#Inside the Sadness Plaguing K-Pop

[perfectly-m1saligned]

K!nktober day 2

Following @dreamlandcreations prompt list. Day two: deep throating; wet dream; cum eating (couldn't decide between these either lol). You can find all the stories on my Wattpad as well. Toodles!

(NSFW: MDNI!! Reader's discretion is advised)

Simon Riley x reader

Insomnia. Simon’s worst enemy yet most trusted companion of many years. The skull mask he always wore, apart from the various other functions it was useful for, it also helped to cover the deep dark circles and puffy eyebags. Mind plagued by horrible reminisces, regrets, thoughts of what he could’ve done better to change the outcome of his tragedy-ridden life: horrors buried deep within threatened to make their appearance whenever he closed his eyes. All he could hope for were short, one, two-hours long naps scattered throughout the day, overworking himself with either paperwork or in the gym until he collapsed on the bed and managed to give way to his exhaustion, which granted him a dreamless sleep.

Sometimes, you would share a cigarette with your Lieutenant during the silent hours of the night, sharing a similar disease, painful memories coming back to the surface, ridding you of the very much needed rest that helped your body get through the hard job that was being a part of an elite Task Force. Either of you rarely talked, preferring the comfortable silence that enveloped you like a glass dome, scared it would shatter if the wrong word came out, destroying the established peace.

This night was different, though. Pushing the heavy metal door open, you let your breath create a small cloud of condensation and float up in the empty night. Stuffing your cold hands in the pockets of your puffer jacket, you made your way down the stairs, where Simon already sat, turned around on one side so he could lean back against the wall. He still had to bend his legs a bit, limbs so long they would hang off the edge of the step. You occupied the step above his, on the opposite side, so you could lay back against the metal railing. He was already smoking, the ember tip of his cigarette glowing a bright cherry red in the darkness, only a tired bulb on the wall providing a dim yellow halo around you.

He nodded his head in greeting when you were fully settled, and you replied with the same gesture, fetching the pack of cigarette and lighter from your pocket. As the white stick limply hung between your lips, you struggled with your lighter, thumb vigorously working the metal roller but nothing other than sad sparks came out. “Fuck.” You cursed under your breath, groaning as you tapped the bottom of the lighter on the step, to no avail. “Here, let me.” His gravelly voice broke into the night as he slightly came forward, extending his arm. You did the same, expecting him to give it to you so you could do it yourself, but he gently pushed away your hand with his, then proceeded to light your cigarette, a lively flame dancing in front of your eyes for all of two seconds.

You murmured a soft “thank you”, then silence fell between the two of you again. Simon was already on his second cigarette when you stubbed yours onto the metal railing. “Hey, Lt., I just remembered I had something for you.” You suddenly spoke up, making his eyes snap to you, watching with silent curiosity as you rummaged through the pockets of your jacket once again. You successfully retrieved a small bottle, and he saw something that looked like purple gummies dance inside the plastic cylinder as you gently rattled it. “It’s melatonin gummies,” you eventually explained. “I know many people say it’s bullshit, and I actually shared the same belief, until I tried them. They’re not as potent as sleeping pills, of course, but after an exhausting day, I pop two of these bad boys twenty minutes before I lie down, and I’m out cold.”

You threw the bottle towards him, and Simon effortlessly caught it with one hand. “You’re out cold, huh?” He asked, the fabric of his balaclava wrinkling on his forehead, signalling his brows were most likely furrowed with scepticism. He never removed his mask, not even during moments of tranquillity like these, only rolling it up so it would rest on the bridge of his nose and allow him to smoke. “Never trusted holistic bullshit,” he commented gruffly. “But for the sake of it, I’ll try them. Worst that can happen anyway is that I won’t sleep. Thank you, Sergeant.” Your lips curled up in a victorious smile when you saw him but the bottle in his pocket.

You eventually wished each other goodbye and parted ways. On the way back to his quarters, Simon’s hand kept toying with the small container inside his pocket, trying to divert his thoughts towards a direction that wasn’t the image of your pink lips holding the cigarette and the way his lighter created two small dancing flames in your eyes when he’d lit it up for you.

He had started to develop weird fantasies during your latest encounters, fictitious pictures of your lips wrapped around his cock, sweet tears spilling from your eyes as he drove himself deeper down your throat being conjured by his traitorous mind. Not that he would ever act on any of it, but sometimes he found himself entertaining those thoughts, in the solitude of his shower, hot water running down his body, soothing his sore muscles as he violently fisted his cock. If the options were either sleep a possible nightmare-filled sleep, or staying awake and pathetically jerking off to you, he would very gladly choose the first option.

He stood in front of the mirror in his bathroom, looking at his shirtless figure, the tattoos and scars marring his skin, his slightly crooked nose, the dark circles under his brown eyes, blonde hair still damp and messy from the shower. Then, he looked down at the bottle of melatonin gummies in his hand and thought “fuck it”, taking two and putting them in his mouth, a vague taste of something chemical and raspberry-flavoured invading his mouth.

He didn’t know how long he had been lying in bed, restlessly tossing over every few minutes, but it had definitely been more than twenty minutes. “Fucking gummies,” he thought to himself with mild irritation. “Not even a fucking placebo works on me.” Suddenly, his grumpy thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

He reluctantly got out of bed with a grunt, treading down the cold floor barefooted as he walked to the door. His mood immediately changed the moment his eyes fell down on you, wearing nothing but a flimsy tank top and matching short shorts. “Sergeant,” he greeted gruffly, trying not to look at your necklace and the way it disappeared underneath your top and between your breasts, teasing him with thoughts of following its tantalising path with his tongue down your body. “Can I help you?”

You simply looked him up and down, hooded eyes shamelessly raking over his shirtless body, pearly whites biting down on the plump flesh of your bottom lip, making him wish he was holding it between his own teeth. “Gummies didn’t work tonight.” You said, a hint of innocence in your voice that made Simon shift his weight on his other foot, hoping you wouldn’t notice the inconvenience growing in his grey sweatpants. “Yeah, tell me about it.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You shouldn’t believe everything you see, Sergeant. Being gullible in our field may cost you your life, or the one of your teammates.”

You pressed your lips together, letting out a soft hum as you looked down to the ground, seemingly mulling over a thought in your head, unsure whether to voice it out or not. “Spit it out.” Simon prompted - or rather, ordered - making you gaze up at him again. “Well, I was thinking that there’s an…alternative method, if neither of us can sleep.” The huskiness of your voice and the implication behind your words was enough to make him suppress a groan. “Inside.” He commanded, beckoning you into his room with a firm wave of his hand, maintaining an unreadable expression on his face.

The moment he closed the door behind him, he pointed to the ground. “On your knees.” He instructed. You opened your mouth to express your confusion, but he cut you off. “I’m done with your teasing and fucking innocent act, Sergeant. Now you better get on your fucking knees and fix the problem you created.” And sure enough, as your eyes trailed down his body, you saw the source of his frustration. You didn’t have to be told twice, lowering yourself onto the floor as you simultaneously pulled your hair up in a ponytail with a few quick, skillfully rehearsed motions.

As you knelt before him, you never broke eye contact as you hooked your fingers around the waistband of his sweatpants, the bare skin of his lower abdomen indicating he wasn’t wearing any underwear. “Faster, Sergeant.” Simon urged impatiently, his breathing already growing heavier with anticipation. Your eyes widened once his hard cock finally sprung free, lips parting as you took in his size. “Shit…” you cursed under your breath, coaxing a soft chuckle and a cocky smirk on the Lieutenant’s lips. Slowly, you parted your lips further, enough to wrap them around the rosy tip of his cock. A growl left his lips, a shiver running down his spine, almost making his sore legs give up on him.

Eyes still locked onto his, you slowly moved your head forward, until the tip went past your uvula and hit the back of your throat; there were still two inches left. Fuck. “Fuck, y/n, look at you,” Simon murumured, a pleased grin stamped onto his face. “You’re taking me so well, love. Breathe through your nose, baby, I know we can make it fit all in that pretty mouth of yours.” You felt your eyes water, your throat burning with the need to cough, but you chased away the gag making your chest shudder, focusing on your breathing. You relaxed your muscles, inhaling deeply, and you felt Simon drive himself deeper, releasing a guttural moan, his head tipping back. “So good and obedient, y/n, look at how you take your Lieutenant’s cock so well.”

With red and bleary eyes, you moaned around his length, the vibration making Simon moan again. Slowly, he began thrusting his hips, a hand curled around your ponytail for leverage. The most horrendous sounds spilled from your lips as he fucked your face at an increasingly faster pace, but they only seemed to spur him further, his movements eventually getting sloppy as he released a load of hot cum down your throat, shoving himself down so deep you felt his balls hit your chin as he trembled with the force of his orgasm.

Taking a deep breath, he unsheathed himself out of your mouth, eyes locked onto your flushed face, and the complacent smirk you were sporting, sticking out your tongue to show him that you had swallowed all of his cum, like the good girl that you were. “You know, I think you were right, Sergeant. I am feeling rather worn out now.” Simon commented with a soft chuckle. You rose back up to your feet. “Always happy to be of service, sir.”

The drilling, obnoxious sound of his alarm made Simon jolt awake, drenched with sweat, hair sticking to his throat. With a frustrated groan, he violently turned off his alarm, sitting up in his bed, head buried in his hands as he tried to understand what the fuck had just happened. He had slept through the whole night, having possibly the most vivid dream ever. Not that he minded, of course, but it left him with an insatiable need to really fuck your face, and a rather incovenient load of cum in his briefs.

•This is an original work of fiction, please do not copy, steal or upload to this or other platforms without credit•

[lexpressobean]

Help I'm suddenly plagued with thoughts of Popstar Sensation!Shino AU. It's so dumb.

He can sing. He can dance. He can play guitar and piano. Dude's all kinds of popular. He always seems to be so poised and mysterious in interviews, yet on stage he's, like, crazy athletic with his showmanship and his presence makes itself known. His main asset is his Grade A Coolness. But surprise! He's actualy a Tripple Threat Musician! He's also a talented actor! But, no one really knows about the last one. Why? Because there's always a camera in his face in public. So he's always acting.

On stage he goes by simply Moritaka (play on source material). In reality, he's still the same old Shino Aburame we know. He's still a huge nerd and Insects are still his special interest. He plays many instruments due to his upbringing but keeps that on the DL because his Record Label has this Image for him. He sings lovely sweet nothings and danceable anthems on stage, but when he pours his soul into his writing, it's more raw and sad, usually very cathartic and often with a hint of bitterness. Not something that can rake in the success as easily as the Pop Music he adapts to as it's given to him, but it helps him cope. He loves his layers goddamn it, and sometimes he feels like a clown on stage with these "fashion savvy" outfits they pick out for him. He especially misses his glasses on stage but he can manage well enough with his contacts, though they do really irritate him sometimes.

Shibi had made the choice to hide Shino from the public eye as much as he possibly could from a young age, so very few people could figure out what he looked like as a kid, especially after he chose to start wearing prescription sunglasses specifically.

He lives a sort of Hannah Montana double life with a "Lucky" by Britney Spears flavoring. Except he started as a young adult, 20's sensation, so he's also unfortunately sexualized to a much higher degree right off the bat and the heavy emphasis on his looks can be very tough on his skin, let alone his nerves and insides. But he's not blind to his own attractiveness. Plus he'd be damned if the constant dieting and working out didn't amount to anything. His day job is less of a job and more he acts like a nerd about his beloved bugs and is very active as Shino in online communities dedicated to Insect love and information. In fact, days off for Moritaka include Shino being secretly Philanthropic and he's always furthering his education in one way or another. He didn't become a sensation over night, his family's been in the Music Business, but the Label would have you believe he was a nobody who made it big of course. He probably did this against his family's wishes tbh and the secret identity was to give the name Aburame absolutely no credit. Spite is such a motivator you guys, and selling his soul for sum amount of years means he can do what he realy likes in his free time. When he has it, anyway.

The fun part for me, the main part for me, is that all his old classmates don't recognize him as Moritaka. But, they're all fans to some degree. Especially Ino and Naruto, the two who were the meanest to him for no good reason lmao

Ino thinks he so unbearably handsome and can watch the same dancing clip over and over again. Naruto genuinely likes his music, who cares if it's Pop!? It's super catchy and super good, that's the point!!

Just... imagine Ino and Naruto winning two VIP tickets to one of Moritaka's Bigger Concerts and they're going feral the whole time and Shino has to refrain from reading them to absolute filth and revealing his true identity during backstage access and dinner and an after party or whatever the winners of the contest win because they're all over him now when from K-12 they literally wanted nothing to do with him and went out of their ways just to shut him down or bother the hell outta him with complete disregard for his feelings hahahahaha

Well, mostly Ino tbh, but adding Naruto specifically as her plus one because he was that big of a fan just makes it funnier lol

[supastareden]

Inside the Sadness Plaguing K-Pop

by NATALIE FINN | Thu., Mar. 29, 2018 3:07 PM [X]

Nothing cheers you up, lifts you up, brings you life quite like pop music. Even when it's Harry Styles or Adeleor Sam Smith or BTS achingly belting their despair into that cold, lonely night...songs that make you feel all the feelings are still songs that are taking you to new heights. There's nothing quite like a tune that hurts so good.

As we wallow, so do we celebrate.

In South Korea, the genre is known as K-Pop—a catchy moniker established in the 1990s that's starting to catch fire around the globe—and all the hallmarks of the superstars of the Western world are present and accounted for: Charismatic boy bands, polished pop princesses, infectious chart-topping singles, carefully crafted images and tender-aged men and women who've inspired a level of fanaticism reserved for...well, almost no one besides pop stars these days.

Music is the universal language, after all.

But for the second time in four months, the K-pop world is in mourning, this time following the sudden death on March 25 of 100% singer Seo Minwoo. He was 33.

The actor and boyband heartthrob reportedly suffered cardiac arrest; an official cause of death has not yet been announced.

TOP Media founder Andy Lee, the singer turned K-pop impresario who's behind the groups 100%, Teen Top, Shinhwa and UP10TION, expressed his condolences in a statement online, calling Seo a leader known for his tenderness and sincerity.

While American audiences may still be largely in the dark when it comes to the ins and outs of K-pop and its artists, our mainstream exposure fairly limited to PSY's "Gangnam Style" and, more recently, the emergence of BTS on the world stage, fans took to social media to share exactly what Seo meant to them.

"Seo Minwoo is my life mentor. He gave up everything for 100% and perfection. Words are not enough to describe how great of a person he is. How lovely, caring and talented he is. Seo Minwoo, my king... I love you," wrote Haya on Twitter.

She continued, "Seo Minwoo gave up is acting career for 100%. Fought Top Media over and over again (f*ck you tm) to keep 100% together. Everything he did he put his absolute everything in. He openly supported LGBTQ, did vlives often to talk with perfection about their concerns."

Haya's current pinned tweet is from Dec. 24, 2015: "If 100% were a religion, I'd build them a church and dedicate my whole life and soul to them."

While that's a lot, it's indicative of the level of devotion that some K-pop stars have awoken in their fans.

A number of people tweeted that upcoming "selca days"—specific days each month on which fans post selfies with their favorite idols—should be canceled out of respect for Minwoo. 100%'s fandom is called Perfection.

And SHINee World knows what they're going through.

On Dec. 18, 2017, SHINee singer Kim Jong-hyun (known as Jonghyun) committed suicide, baffling fans and even fellow K-pop stars who figured the 27-year-old was on top of the world.

"It was so shocking, because we had seen him so often at events," BTS' RM told Billboard last month. He was so successful."

"My Poet My Artist My Jonghyun I miss you," tweeted w today. In fact, there are so many newly posted photos and video clips of the young man on Twitter that, aside from the occasional mournful missive like this one, you'd be forgiven for not knowing that he's gone.

The account Jonghyun On This Day is also doing its part to keep his memory alive.

But Jonghyun's death—authorities found charred coal briquettes in a frying pan on the stove, which produced carbon monoxide—obviously rattled the music world at large on multiple levels. In addition to the personal loss felt alike by loved ones and fans who felt they knew him, mental health is not an issue that tends to get much media attention in South Korea—or in Asia overall.

"To the South Korean government: Let #Jonghyun be the light in death that he was in life," tweeted Xavier on Dec. 18. "Recognize that suicide is an epidemic in South Korea and takes strides to ending the negative stigmas around mental health and to combat this issue. Don't let Jonghyun be another statistic."

A fan started a Change.org petition demanding that entertainment companies set up mental health support systems for their artists. More than 430,000 people have signed.

After some discussion, his family agreed to make public the suicide note the singer and songwriter, who made his solo debut in 2015 with the well-received album Base, left behind. His friend and Dear Cloud singer Jang Hee-yeon, known as Nine9, posted it on her Instagram. She said she'd obtained the note two weeks before Jonghyun's death and was asked to publish it if he "disappeared from the world."

"I'm broken from the inside," the note read. "The depression that has slowly eaten away at me has finally consumed me, and I couldn't beat it."

It concluded, "The life of fame was not for me. They say it's hard to bump up against the world and become famous. Why did I choose this life? It's a funny thing. It's a miracle that I lasted this long...

"What else is there to say? Just tell me I did well. Tell me that this is enough. Tell me I worked hard. Even if you can't smile, please don't blame me as you send me off. Well done. You've really worked hard. Goodbye."

In a sign that Jonghyun's death could help bring about positive change in the way mental health and depression are publicly discussed, the circumstances of his death continue to be a topic of conversation—one that Seo Minwoo's passing, no matter what the cause, only brings to mind all over again.

Just today a fan tweeted, "Nine said on the last interview Jonghyun once told her that she brings comfort to him. She noticed his condition got worse after blue night and when he gave her the letter she told his family right away, tried to save him, to prevent the worst from happening...

"I really believe everyone around him knew about his condition and tried their best to help him. that's why it hurts so much, that even though he got help he still wanted to leave."

In an interview with Billboard last month, members of BTS said that they wanted to keep the discussion about mental health going.

"I really want to say that everyone in the world is lonely and everyone is sad," Suga, 25, said, "and if we know that everyone is suffering and lonely, I hope we can create an environment where we can ask for help, and say things are hard when they're hard, and say that we miss someone when we miss them."

Bucking national mores and the pressure to be upbeat or put up an artificially glossy front all the time, Jonghyun, who also hosted the long-running music radio program Blue Night, had spoken out publicly about his battle with depression—much like young American stars such as Demi Lovato, Selena Gomez, Zayn Malikand Keshahave been widely applauded for doing these days.

His last Blue Night broadcast was in March 2017 after three years behind the mic. He admitted to Esquire Korea that he didn't like traveling and considered himself a homebody—and the close confines of a radio studio, just him alone with some music, had been a perfect fit.

"It may be that I came running to radio in order to escape," he reflected to the magazine, per an English translation. "I don't really like going outside. And I don't really like having to meet a lot of people. I'm also afraid of trying new things. The radio now felt like my own personal space. It had become an escape hatch for me to greet new things without feeling awkward."

Jonghyun, who cited personal matters as the reason he was leaving the radio show, said it had become important to him to share his metaphorical scars with the world.

"I'm fundamentally a pessimistic person," he said. "Ever since I was little I showed a lot of depressive feelings, and it's the same in the present. But I don't think I can keep living my life sustaining those depressive feelings forever. You might be able to go through the early-to-mid-part of your life with that kind of melancholy. But if you want to grow, you can only survive if you throw those feelings away.

"Unless you want to get trapped within yourself and die, you have to grow no matter how much it hurts—but if you stop because you're afraid, in the end it's inevitable that you'd remain in an immature state of mind. I chose the path to transform myself. To reveal myself to the public. To attempt to make my thoughts understood. I have to make people aware that this is the kind of person I am, and I can only be on the defensive if I know that they know."

The translator noted that she avoided using the word "depression," because Jonghyun didn't use what amounted to that word specifically. Even in talking about it, those feelings of sadness remained a beast with no name.

When Jonghyun died, his SHINee band mates and members of the group Super Junior (both groups under the S.M. Entertainment umbrella), all clad in black, carried his coffin from Asan Medical Center in Seoul to a waiting vehicle. His sister headed the procession, carrying a photo of her late brother.

The funeral was private, for friends and family only, but hundreds of people lined up to see the coffin leave the hospital.

A statement from S.M. Entertainment read in part (according to Rolling Stone), "The deep sorrow cannot be compared to ones of his family who had to let go of their loving son and brother but the employees and artists of SM Entertainment, also in deep shock and sorrow, are offering condolences. Jonghyun was the best artist who loved music more than anyone and always worked hard for his performance. We ask you to refrain from making rumors or assumptions based on reports in respect of his family who are in deep sorrow from the sudden news. As his family wished, his funeral will be carried out in the quietest manner with his family members and co-workers."

But Jonghyun's death was hardly the first time the punishing pace of the K-pop machine had come under fire.

In addition to being expected to tour and crank out albums, sometimes in multiple languages (SHINee had also recorded in Japanese), the artists often appear on a never-ending stream of competition TV series in addition to doing talk shows, photo shoots and public appearances to keep the fans both sated and hungry for more.

But despite the seeming glut of artists and groups to remember (there are so manyselca days), truly breaking through as a star remains an elusive concept—and standing out in South Korea's youth-obsessed culture can feel like an insurmountable challenge.

And then there's the appearance factor. "If a girl has a bad face and a good body, the problem can be fixed with plastic surgery," Kim Min-seok, a former trainer with YG Entertainment (considered along with S.M. and JYP as the "Big Three" agencies), told Broadly. in 2016.

Moreover, the litany of groups also tend to be carefully managed, meticulously packaged pop confections, with a management company pulling the strings behind the scenes. Those who hope to make it big are expected to dedicate their lives to that goal, and that's basically what signing a contract entails.

In January 2015, NBC News cited a survey of South Korean pre-teens: When asked about career aspirations, 21 percent said they wanted to be K-pop stars.

"I am thinking only one thing—our song keeps being played," 20-year-old Sowon, a member of the girl group GFriend, which had an international hit at the time with their debut single "Glass Bead," told NBC News. "I hope to perform anywhere, anytime, even if I can't sleep or I am tired."

On Feb. 24, 2015, aspiring K-pop star Ahn So Jin died after falling 10 stories from an apartment building, with police concluding that her death was a suicide. The 22-year-old had made a splash the previous year after making it to the finals of The Kara Project—a competition show held to find girl group Kara a new member after two girls had left.

"It has to be this, or nothing," Sojin said on the show's premiere. "I can't miss this." She had been a K-pop trainee with Kara manager DSP Media for five years but her contract had reportedly ended the month before her death.

Kara disbanded for good in January 2016.

ng Ha-Jin, a 23-year-old university student who had once been a trainee with S.M. Entertainment after winning a talent competition, told NBC News in 2015 that she wasn't allowed to have a cell phone while in the program and the competition to earn a coveted slot in an actual girl group was fierce—and stressful.

"The most difficult part in fact was when I saw myself and felt like I didn't grow up," she said.

The loss of individuality isn't limited to K-pop, either.

In 2013, Minami Minegishi of Japan's AKB48—a group with over 100 rotating members who appear in different configurations at different events—shaved her head and tearfully apologized in a video confession after she spent the night with her boyfriend, an apparent infraction of a no-dating rule.

"I don't believe just doing this means I can be forgiven for what I did, but the first thing I thought was that I don't want to quit AKB48," Minegishi said, according to the BBC. AKB48's manager said Minegishi, an original member of the group when it formed in 2005, had been demoted to trainee status.

Her fans, more appalled by the self-flagellation than anything else, rallied around her, insisting she not be punished for just wanting to live her life.

In 2015, the BBC reported that members of Japanese boy band SMAP somberly dressed in black and publicly apologized on their weekly show SMAPxSMAP after they attempted to leave their longtime agency Johnny & Associates.

The K-pop scene doesn't sound quite so rigid these days, with managers and producers perhaps not wanting to alienate coveted Western audiences with oppressive behavioral strictures, but it still demands a level of old-fashioned poise and accommodation from its artists.

"If you go to the agency, every young trainee will give you a very polite bow and there are notices with the company rules on the wall to remind them how to behave," K-pop industry expert Mark Russell told the BBC in 2016.

In June 2014, Taeyeon of Girls Generation and Baekhyun of boy band EXO apologized to their respective fan bases for the "disappointment, anger, hatred, frustration, and dejection" they presumably felt when they found out that Taeyeon and Baekhyun were dating (a coupling that would seemingly send their fans over the moon, Jelena-style).

Last June, T.O.P. of the group Big Bang was hospitalized for several days after overdosing on prescription medication, the incident occurring a day after he was charged with smoking marijuana—a crime punishable by up to five years in prison in South Korea. According to Today Online, when he was caught smoking in October 2016, he issued a handwritten apology letter stating, "I deserve punishment for hurting the (BIGBANG) members, agency, public, fans and family. I'll regret this for tens of thousands of years."

T.O.P. was found guilty and received a suspended 10-month prison sentence because the judge determined that, although he had admitted his guilt and "disappointed his family and fans," he seemed sufficiently remorseful.

"I'm truly sorry that I disappointed my fans and the public," the 29-year-old, whose real name is Choi Seung-Hyun, told reporters after his sentencing last summer. I will do my best to make a fresh start and not to make such a mistake again with what I've learned from this lesson,"

In August, management company WM Entertainment announced that JinE of Oh My Girl was taking a break from the group while she sought treatment for anorexia, stating, "We will wholeheartedly support JinE while she rests and receives treatment. We apologize once more for bringing this sudden news to fans and ask that you continue to show Oh My Girl unchanging love and interest." JinE's permanent exit from the group was announced in October.

It's impossible not to note a hint of concern over past K-pop tragedy and the pitfalls of fame in this otherwise cheerful birthday greeting sent today (already March 30 in South Korea) to Cha Eunwoo, or Eunwoo, of the six-member boy band Astro.

"Mr. Cha Eunwoo Happy birthday to our sweet and sparkling fluff. AROHA are so lucky to have you," wrote Ashlyn Akiko (who changed her handle to #happychaeunwooday for the occasion). "Stay happy and healthy."

[baby-dr1ver]

based of this anon. I decided to make this a/b/o dynamic, I’ve been binge reading other stucky fanfics and dear lord i’m in love with the whole concept.

For: @spookyparadisesheep

Paring: alpha!stucky x omega!reader

Rating: a little angst, lot’s of fluff :)

Summary: Bucky and Steve are having a rough day, but you’re always there to make it better.

Everytime you made your rounds around the compound, Steve and Bucky were either sulking in the corning, hitting the punching bags, or locking themselves in their rooms. As one of the only omegas in the compiund, you always felt the responsibility of making everyone feel better. Escpecially if it was your favorite pair of alphas.

You weren’t claimed by anyone, but you wished you were. When you met Steve, you could feel the bond immedietly, you could sense his sadness, the weight on his shoulders. You vowed that, even know he’s never claimed you, you would act as his omega, take care of him, make sure he ate anf got sleep. And then you met Bucky. He didn’t let you in right away. You always had quiet conversations while you made him coffee. Or making sure he was okay after a mission. Overal, you showed him the kindness and loved he’d been missing over the years, and you made sure he knew he was worthy of it all. The bond between you and Bucky wasn’t immediate, but grew overtime. You felt the same fuzzy, warm, safe feeling you felt with Steve, you just hoped they both felt it too. 

They both had a bad habit of putting the past, present, and future on their shoulders. Steve, he-he loved being Captain America- he loved saving lifes. Sometimes it was hard to maintain a happy image when you didn’t feel it inside. Or when, you save a whole city of people, but made more distruction in the process, didn’t feel very “hero” to him.

You walked around until you found him. He sat, perched by a window, watching the world go by. Books were sat out in front of him, untouched. “Steve?” You said cautiously, careful not to startled him. He whipped his head up towards you and gave you a sad smile. 

“Hi m’ega” his Brooklynn accent came out. You walked over to him, and crouched down so you were level with his knees. You grabbed his hands and whispered, “Hi alpha” You brought his hands up to your lips, and gave his knuckles a soft kiss. He took his hand out and slipped it onto your cheek. You leaned into his embrace, trying to bring him some comfort.

An idea popped into your head, “come on alpha” you said before you tugged Steve up and led him to your room.

The minute Steve walked in he was hit with your scent. Allyour omega phermones, oranges, coffee, and lavender. he’s always smelled your scent but, why did it suddenly smell so good? Why did he want to suddenly tuck you away from the world and hold you close?

You led Steve to the bed, and handed him the remote to the TV. “Here, pick a movie, get comfy, and I’ll be right back, k?” He simply nodded and watched you walk out the door. 

LIke you said, they both had issues. Bucky was just-a little more complicated. H eloved Steve, he really did, he was his famiy but uh- he never told him everything. He didn’t want to burden Steve with his shit, when he knew Steve was already struggling with his own. 

You knew that Bucky struggled with his past and was plagued with nightmares. Thats why he always kept everyone at a distance. He was constantly reminded of his past self, the killing, the distruction- everything. He never slept, he never spoke, he just went on missions and prayed, that he wouldn’t loose control. He wanted all your comfort, you could sense it, he wanted to feel the love that constantly radiated from you. But always kept you at arms length. He alwasy felt like your alpha, always keep an eye on you, making sure you were never put in harms way. He longed to be your alpha but, he thought you were in love with Steve.

When you found Bucky, he was laying on the living room floor, facing the away from everyone. That was odd? 

“Bubba? What’re you doing?” You asked gently. You always spoke to Bucky in a calm tone, knowing it put him at ease.

“Just thinkin.” He said with a shrug. “What’re you doing omega?” He questioned as he watched you move so you payed next to him, a arm draped over his torso. He snuggled into your neck, as he pulled you into his body. This was new contact for you both, but you were glad he felt relaxed enough to let you.

“Alpha? C’mon, get up” The alpha only hummed in content. Bucky stayed put and inhaled your scent.  Unbeknown to you, he always found your scent calming, every chance he got he tried to scent you.

“Hey, c’mon bubs, you gotta get up” He groaned.

“But mega why-“ God, he was stubborn

“Just- get up please” He pulled his head away from your neck and he saw you peering at him with those big, y/e/c, puppy dog eyes. How could he resist?

“Alright mega, you win” you smiled at his annoyance.

Once again, you led the alpha straight to your room. When you walked in, Steve wasn’t surprised to see Bucky, but Bucky was surprised. He didn’t understand what was happening, he was to distracting but your scent. How everything in the room smelled of you. He wanted to stay here and put his scent every where so every time you walked in, you smelled the scents mixed together.

You pulled back the covers and gestured for Bucky to sit next to you. Steve was on the other side, ready to push play on the movie. You all lay awkwardly on the bed, not knowing if you should get close, or keep your distance. Thoughts were broken when Bucky spoke up,

“Doll-“ he gulped, “why am I here? I mean clearly you wanted to hang out with Steve and I’m clearly ruin-“you quickly cut him off.

“No that’s not at all the case Buck. I- listen-“ you looked at both the alpha as before you spoke.

“I feel this pull towards the both of you. The urge to constantly take care of you, comfort you, be your omega. an-and I don’t know if you feel it but- I do. It’s like this fuzzy feeling, and in the back of my mind my omega is screaming to take care of you-nest and i-“

You were out of words. You could feel their eyes in you. “Y/N? Why didn’t you say something sooner?” You looked to Steve with a small smile, while tears pricked at the corner of your eyes. “I was hoping you would come to the conclusion yourself. Hoping you could feel the same things I felt. “ you said as you looked down to your lap.

You felt two sets grab yours. “I brought you both here because, I knew you both had the weight of the world on you, and I know my words can only go so far so I thought, I thought maybe we could- I don’t know- I mean, only if you want to-“

Before you could ramble any further, Bucky pulled you down so you laid flat on the bed. Steve head rested on top of yours, while his arm settled above your chest while he purred. Bucky’s head laid on your stomach while his hands went around your waist. All of you were purring, trying to soothe each other. You made sure to let more of your scent go, seeing both alphas physically relax, shoulders slumping, jaws relaxing. That’s all you wanted, to help your alphas be at peace.

“G’night mega, love you” Bucky’s voice rang out.

“thank you omega, we love you” then there was Steve.

you felt tears stream down your face. Relief flooding through your body that your alphas felt the same. Now, you could take care of them, take some weight off there shoulders, as their omega.

“night alphas, I love you”

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Part III

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oh god this was a fucking pain in the ass to read through i cringed at every sentence so hopefully my pain will be your pleasure

Taking pictures of you - MASTERLIST

ONE｜TWO｜THREE

Unlike any other day you couldn’t get out of bed. A boulder of nervousness plaguing you. Through the cracks of the blinds the sun shined in, small particles of dust floating around your resting figure. You were wide awake yet you felt asleep, your thoughts consuming your mind as the dimly lit room became brighter as time ticked on.

You were thinking, perhaps overthinking. This whole situation with Hyunjin seemed confusing and happened way to fast, your psyche not having a moment to digest the events that unfolded during the last couple of days.

Love was a feeling you were familiar with. You knew how it felt. Those butterflies in ones stomach, fluttering everytime a thought of the person passes through your ones.

You felt the same feeling everytime you thought of Hyunjin.

How his soft lips would feel against your cheek that was hot from just looking at his beauty. How his blond hair falls in his face everytime he puts it into a ponytail, his silver decorated fingers tucking the stray pieces behind his pierced ear. These thoughts alone would make your heart beat faster than ever, you eyes clouding with lust even if you knew that this relationship would be impossible given the status the both of you have in this judging industry.

Pushing the covers aside, you sat up before slowly stepping out, your feet hitting the cold flooring of the apartment. You stretched your arms upwards, feeling your spine extend as you squinted, a ray of sunshine hitting you right in the eyes.

The boulder in your chest didn’t feel any lighter but you still got up, wanting time to fly by fast just so you could see his face once again.

♡

No amount of mindfulness exercises could calm the churning of your stomach. The clock in your living room ticked as you watched it with careful eyes, waiting for the time to hit precisely half past before you got up from the couch and shuffled over to the wardrobe, only being stopped from a pling on your phone.

[Bangchan] y/n! can you come by in about an hour? need to discuss some concept photos, sorry for such short notice ❤️

That’s when it hit you. Bangchan didn’t know anything about this. He didn’t know that you’d seen the photos from the shoot and most importantly that you went on a date with the photographer. You could only describe the feeling as ‘improper’. Bangchan was after all one of the closest people in your life, he made you to who you are today and lying to him felt wrong but you shielded your eyes from the truth as you typed back.

[y/n] soz, got plans

[Bangchan] I don’t see any other meeting scheduled for today?

[y/n] you do know that I have a life outside of work? take the day off Chan, you could use some rest ❤️

[Bangchan] Don’t worry about me! You have fun alright?

[y/n] alright, see you next week then ^^

You clicked on the off button on your phone, making the text messages disappear. Getting paranoid, you plopped down on the couch, thinking about every possible way you could get caught which you’d already been, photos of you and Hyunjin circulating throughout social media but they mustn’t have reached Bangchan just yet. You felt like digging a hole underground, wanting to hide away from all these thoughts. The main thought in your mind was whether or not you understood Hyunjin’s intentions. 

What if this love was one sided? 

Waveing your hand in the air, you attempted to get the mind out of your head as if you were breaking up a cloud of real thoughts. You glanced up at the clock and only then realised that you were running late, as usual.

“Wear whatever you want”

Was what Hyunjin said last time but that didn’t make it easier to choose an outfit. Standing infront of multiple racks of clothing you pulled up the weather application on your phone. “Sunny” you mumbled, making you gravitate towards a beige croptop with white stripes around the neckline as well as a white tennis skirt. Not too dressed up but not too dressed down either, just right. Clothes were flying everywhere when you searched for a pair of white socks to pair with your white high platform sneakers. You put the outfit on, observing yourself in the mirror and smiling, trying to get yourself in a better mood rather than being a nervous wreck. Pulling up your phone, you snapped a picture and sent it to the person who knew best about fashion. Jisung.

[y/n] Sungie! Is this acceptable for a impromptu photoshoot?

The fashionable boy replied minutes later.

[Jisung] oh!! that’s so cute! very much acceptable in my book 🥺

You smiled at his reply

[y/n] phew! good... 

[Jisung] is it a date?

Your fingers froze above the keyboard on the phone. Was it that noticeable? Was this really a date? 

[y/n] no!!!

[Jisung] you sure, i saw those photos on social media. ahh.. y/n dating famous photographers now...

By this point you were sweating bullets. 

[y/n] first of all, i’m not meeting him and second of all, he’s a friend so shut it. 

[Jisung] hahah alright alright... i won’t tell Bangchan

[y/n] you have nothing to tell!! we’re friends just like you and I so be quiet otherwise i’ll come over there with balloons, popping them in your face.

[Jisung] oh wow... im so scared...

[y/n] need to leave, if i hear something about you spreading some rumors i’ll seriously do it.

[Jisung] Photo Attachment.

The photo that popped up was from yesterday and your breath hitched. You couldn’t help but to notice the way Hyunjin was looking at you, his eyes filled what seemed like adoration. 

[Jisung] yeah because that totally doesn’t look like a date

[y/n] DON’T TELL BANGCHAN PLEASE

[Jisung] oh so it is a date? alright, i won’t! have fun and be safe

[y/n] be safe? we’re taking pictures, not drag racing

[Jisung] hahah stop playing innocent

Your eyes widened in realisation.

[y/n] you crazy fucker

[y/n] I WILL DESTROY YOUR ENTIRE WARDROBE IF YOU DON’T SHUT UP I DON’T SLEEP ON THE FIRST DATE

[Jisung] Whatever you say

Thanks to Jisung you were now running dangerously late leading to you snatching objects from all corners of the apartment before ordering a cab that would arrive in minutes.

♡

“We’ve arrived, miss” the cab driver says, smiling at you through the rear-view mirror. You thank him and step out of the yellow car, a smell of car exhaust hitting your nose. The cab drives away, leaving nothing but a small cloud of smoke. You looked up, almost not seeing the tip of the building as the skyscraper towered over you. You’re beside the busy road, mouth agape. You’d walked by a couple of times but knowing that you knew the person that owned at least a bit of the building made you giddy. 

You walked in and was greeted by a grand lobby, a front desk as big as the wall behind it. The entire place was filled with people, everyone from business men in suits to trainee models in the most flamboyant outfits. Fishnet stockings, heavy chains and distressed jeans that consisted of more air then jeans material. The sun shined through the many glass panes that made up most of the ceiling and the slight breeze of the air conditioner made this whole vibe of the building comforting. 

“Hi! y/n y/l/n, meeting Hwang Hyunjin” you say to the receptionist that was a relatively old woman, probably in her early 60′s. She was wearing a white button down shirt with her hair in a high bun, a couple of gray strands sticking out. Her red painted mouth contorted into a smile. 

“y/n, Hyunjin said that you could make your way to his office without the guards. You must be a close friend” 

You smiled shyly with your warm cheeks, looking at either side of the desk where two tall buff men were standing, wearing walkie talkies on their black vests. With a small nod, you started speaking. 

“W-where exactly is his office?”

“Floor 20, his main office is in room 03″

“Thank you!” 

You quickly shuffled over to the elevators, pushing the button that lit up with orange light emitting. 

PLING

The doors to the elevator opened and you stepped inside, a couple of office workers joining you and pressing the necessary buttons to make the elevator lift off. 

You step out at the 20th floor, looking around at all the intricate wall design, everything inspired by ancient greece which explains the broken vases that were scattered across the hallway in the most unconventional places. They were all encapsulated with glass and standing on tall white pillars, the vases looking rather sad, being in a spectra of ashy grey colors, every single one of them falling apart. 

Stopping, you observed this one vase that caught your attention. It had swirly details around the edge and was shattered in a rather beautiful way. It made you think how even the most broken pieces still carry beauty, beauty unique to only oneself. 

“It’s pretty right?”

The voice sounded familiar and warm, almost as if it had anticipated your arrival. 

“y-yeah, it really is” 

You say turning around, nearly jumping up on the wall when seeing the figure that looked back at you. It was Hyunjin.

Yet again, his presence was astonishing. Everytime you met him it felt as if you’d met him for the first time. The blond boy was standing tall in front of you, wearing a black hoodie, black basketball shorts and a matching headband. A backpack was thrown across his one shoulder and a smaller camera around his neck, everything about his appearence looking completely different from the last time you saw him, his style usually more sophisticated. 

“On your way to meet me, yeah?” he asked and you nodded shyly. 

“My office is the other way, you know?”

You lifted your gaze to look at the tiny sign on the wall that pointed in two directions, you were walking down the hallway for offices 20-40 by accident and you smiled awkwardly, scratching the back of your head. 

“I didn’t know heh...” 

“It’s alright! Come with me, I was on my way to the studio”

“What room is that? Your office?”

“No, the room next to my office, come! I’ll show you!”

He grabbed your hand and you felt your body stiffen as he dragged you down the hallway, his hand not being decorated with statement rings this time, instead feeling soft and warm. You blanked out, your legs walking by themselves. 

He stopped at a brown door, a tiny gold sign saying « 04 » and beside it a transparent sign stating that this was a photography studio. Hyunjin opened the door and dragged you in, closing the door behind you.

A cold wind hit your warm body, the air conditioner blasting it’s breeze with a faint sound. The room was wide, one wall being made completely out of glass, stand close enough and you could peer down the bustling city filled with people, cars and buildings. The typical photoshoot setup was already in place, the camera being propped up infront of a white backdrop, a white pilar in the middle and two boxlights standing unlit behind the camera. In the corner stood a vintage brown leather couch, the swirly metal details were concealed with a layer of chipped gold paint. Beside the couch stood a simple white table. A black bucket rested on the floor and upon closer inspection you noticed plants, multiple stems of eucalyptus poking out, wrapped in cellophane.

“What are these for?” 

You sat down on your knees infront of the bucket while Hyunjin was pressing buttons on the camera that was screwed onto the tripod before walking over to the table and placing down the camera he had around his neck, his backpack lying lazily on the floor. He looked at your crouching figure, the corners of his lips going upwards.

“I thought they’d suit you”

You held in one of the stems, turning your head and looking at his shy smile, his dimples sitting playfully on the sides of his cheeks. You giggle, standing up and leaning against the white pillar, holding the plant in your both hands. 

“Do they?”

Hyunjin walked towards the steadied camera, bending down and peeking through the lens.

“They do”

click

Your eyes widen, him snapping a picture without you paying attention.

“Hey! I wasn’t even prepared!” you chuckle, pointing at the blonde boy with the long plant that was dripping at the stem. 

“Nature is a bit more beautiful when caught off guard, don’t you think?” Hyunjin says, his honey-like voice, echoing through the room.

You nod, staring down at the leafs of the plant, rubbing them between your thumb and pointer finger. 

click

click 

click

“Try leaning with your butt against the pillar and with one foot fully on the side of the pillar”

You did as he told, the pillar being surprisingly stable.

“Tilt your head and look down to the right”

Once again, you follow his instruction and he hums in satisfaction before pushing the button on the camera twice.

click

click

Your warm face turned into a smile, laughing loudly from embarrassment when he observed the pictures on his display. He snickers quietly from shyness, a faint blush brushing across his features as his brown eyes were glued to the screen. Hyunjin peeks up from the camera, seeing you looking down at the backdrop that was filled with ashy grey shoeprints. 

The sound of his footsteps got closer until you saw them in your periferal view causing you to look up at his tentative face. He smiles, displaying his pearly white teeth and crescent shaped eyes before stretching his hand out, feather light fingertips grazing your hot cheek as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, your dainty gold earrings now visible. Hyunjin’s hand lingers on your jaw as he looks at you with a gleam in his eyes, you gulping loudly as your gaze lowers to his pouty pink lips. Leaning forward, Hyunjin tilts his head, attaching his lips onto yours, your heart skipping a beat from the comforting feeling of having him close to you. 

You drop the fragile twig on the floor, kissing him back by pursing your lips and tilting your head as well. The romantic tension that has been bubbling on the surface everytime you met had finally subsided, now the air overflowed sexual tension. 

Cupping his blushed cheeks, you deepen the kiss my licking his plump bottom lip, coaxing his tongue that eventually slipped into your mouth. His hands were firmly planted on your waist, pulling you closer to his body that radiated heat in the already scorching summer weather. 

The two tongues danced around in a impatient manner, the two of you dreaming of this moment since meeting. Hyunjin’s hands roamed over all the valleys of your body, placing his hands on the bottom of your butt, pulling you even closer, close enough to feel his semi-erection against your abdomen. Your eyes spring open in realisation, your body melting in his arms as you felt the effects of the deep kiss, the effects being you unable to control the wet patch that was forming on your underwear, nothing but the thin fabric seperating it from the air due to you wearing a skirt. 

Pulling away from the kiss, your hot breath and a line of saliva was the only thing that seperated you and Hyunjin. You shielded your face from his twinkling eyes, you glancing at the blonde boy through the gaps between your fingers. His two hands grip your wrists, pulling your hands down as he smiles widely

“Don’t hide that pretty face”

Hyunjin giggles, your chuckles following shortly after. The boy grips your wrist tightly, walking backwards as he looks intensely into your eyes, his back falling against the couch as you sit down on the couch on your knees, he looks at you for a moment before attaching his lips again, pushing you down and hovering above you. The wet sounds of the sloppy kiss fills your ear, you helplessly rubbed your thighs together in anticipation. His fingertips trailed down your chest, tracing small circles on the inside of your thigh before plunging down under your skirt, grazing the wet spot on your underwear. The both of you smile into the kiss. 

“Can I?” Hyunjin says, momentarily pulling away from your sweet lips and tugging on the edge of your panties. You nod shyly, not believing that this is happening. 

His lanky fingers run up and down your wet folds as you put your hand at the back of his neck, pulling his blushing face closer to yours and pursing your lips to kiss him sensually. Hyunjin’s fingers gently brush up against your clit that was swollen from excitement, sending shivers down your spine. 

You knew this was wrong, the door wasn’t even locked meaning that anyone could walk in at any moment but the way lips felt on yours made a thousand fireworks ignite, sparking from your chest. Wrapping your hand around his wide wrist, you guide his fingers down to your sopping entrace, your entire body craving him inside of you.

Hyunjin places once last peck on your soft lips before looking at you with concern, asking for permission with his fluffy brown eyes. You nod, your eyelashes gently fluttering over your eyes. His middle finger slips into you with ease, shortly followed by a second finger from seeing how good your cunt swallowed his digits, your essence coating them. A faint gasp escapes your lips as his fingers felt around your velvety walls, the whole situation still feeling like a dream. 

“D-does it feel good?” 

“mhm!” you hum, nodding your head as your grasp around his wrist tightens everytime he curls his fingers upwards. Small whimpers came from you as his fingers started pumping in and out, the blond boy chuckling at your reaction. 

“Did you think I was innocent?” 

The question lingers in the air as you look at him in the eyes.

“Y-yes,,,�� just as the question you let the answer hang in the air as Hyunjin hummed, being knuckles deep into you and curling his fingers upwards once more, making you choke on your own moan. Hyunjin nodded slowly, glancing down at your body as he thought.

“It’s because,,, because you’re shy,, different from the others.” You added quickly, filling the silence that was soon interupted by your whimpers as the so called ‘innocent boy’ started circling your sensitive bud with his thumb. 

“I think you’re different from the others, you make me like this baby”

Hyunjin said, seconds later crashing his lips against yours, his tongue attacking yours. He retracted his fingers, the tips coated in your juices and glistening in the sunlight. You whined inbetween kisses, the feeling of being empty leaving you disappointed. Hyunjin’s veiny hands trailed up your stomach, pulling the croptop up and resting it just above your boobs, your white bra exposed. 

Hyunjin pulled away from the kiss, the both of you breathless as the kisses you exchanged were anything but light. His two damp fingers made their way to his mouth, licking them with a slight smirk on his lips. You could go crazy from the sight alone, his big brown eyes turning blank with lust. Not being able to control yourself any longer, you sat up on your knees and pulled off the top, unclasping your bra while you’re at it. As the fabric hit the floor, Hyunjin’s eyes darted to your bare tits, the wind from the air conditioner stiffening your two sensitive buds. You looked at him with a jumbled expression, him staring at your nipples for what seemed like an eternity. You hummed softly, causing him to snap back into reality, the blond boy pulling the black hoodie up from his head, displaying the defined muscles on his abdomen. You wanted him, you wanted him so bad. 

Your knees hit the floor with a thump as looked up at Hyunjin, knealing between his two legs and watching the tent in his loose shorts grow. 

“Do you really want to do this,, y/n,, you don’t have t-”

You hushed before speaking.

“Don’t worry, Hyunjin” you say with a stern voice making Hyunjin shiver, not knowing if it’s from your tone of voice or the way his name rolled of your tongue.

The blonde boy grabbed the small camera that was resting on the table, you looked up at him with confusion before smiling at his pleading eyes that met yours. You nodded, knowing exactly what he wanted to do and giving him permission since you never knew if he’d get to see you like this ever again. 

You hook your two hands on the sides of his shorts and underwear, pulling the fabric down as Hyunjin awkwardly lifts his hips up from the couch for a moment, allowing you to slide the both garments down in one nimble motion. His veiny length sprung out, the tip hitting his abdomen for a moment before resting infront of your eyes, a bead of precum already leaking from his delicate slit. You gulp, the task of sucking him off suddenly seeming daunting. Hyunjin must have noticed since his face turned concerned, a half smile flashing across his lips. 

“y/n,, you don’t have to-aghh!”

Hyunjin was cut of by his own breathy moan, your pursed lips wrapping around his leaking tip, licking small kitten licks before sinking deeper down his impressive length. Hyunjin’s blonde hair fell out of his face when his head rolled back in pleasure, resting it against the back of the rustic couch. 

“f-fuck y/n,,, just- just like that”

He hummed out, his sweet voice intoxicated with desire. Your tongue swirled around his pretty red tip, simultaneously stroking the part doesn’t fit inside of your wet mouth. Multiple shutters of the camera was heard, his hand barely stable enough to hold it due to the pleasure that was shooting through his core. It didn’t take long before his dick twitched against you lips, your cheeks hollowed as bob up and down his girth. His eyes rolled back into his skull as his hand went down to cup your cheek, your eyes stinging with tears as you choked around him. Pulling off with a pop, his dick glimmered as a heavy layer of saliva rested on it, his already warm body turning hotter. He looks down at you, a smug half-smile errupting on his lips as he continued to stroke your cheek, his thumb grazing your cheekbone as he flicked through the photos on his camera, the half-smile now a full on expression of happiness. The two of you sat like that for a while, the silence engulfing the room as you observed his indescribable features. His sharp jawline contrasted with his soft skin that had a dust of rose pink across the cheeks, his moles adding to his charm. 

“Fuck me, Hyunjin”

The words slipped out of your mouth, his brown shiny eyes widening before being overtaken by a blank gaze, placing the silver camera back on the tiny table. 

“You thought I would stop here?”

Now it was your turn to be flustered, his sugary sweet voice interlaced with the cocky words making you even wetter then before, if that’s even possible. Without answering, he pulled you up to the couch by your hand and laying you down before realising what he forgot. The blond boy reached for the baggy backpack laying on the white floor, unzipping the front pocket and fishing out a condom. You nodded shyly, feeling your hands getting sweatier from nervousness, not really sure where to put them. Hyunjin noticed your gaze that was running all over the room, your body slightly tense. The boy snickered, ripping the shiny wrapping open with his hands where veins had started to become apparent. 

“Something wrong?” He asks shyly, placing the condom on his leaking tip before rolling the rubber onto his length. You shake your head.

“J-just thinking,,,” you say, your voice fading out at the end. 

“About?” His voice inhibiting a questionable tone as he holds himself up above you, his elbows on either side of your head. 

“A-about,,, you” 

That was a lie. You thought about how this would end up being disclosed to your company and your friends, Felix would snap your head if he found out that you slept with Hyunjin. Did it even have to be disclosed? Couldn’t it just be a secret between you and Hyunjin? As much as you wish that it could, it simply couldn’t. Not working in this industry. 

Hyunjin smiled softly, his hand trailing down the curves of your body before lifting up the fabric of your skirt, his fingers pushing your panties aside and feeling your throbbing pussy once again. His caramel eyes looked into you the entire time. 

Lifting himself up, he positioned the tip of his member at your sopping entrance, you chuckling softly as he gripped your hips but your chuckle was quickly replaced by a loud gasp, his dick stretching out your tight pussy better than you thought. 

“Are you ok, y/n?” 

He said softly, his dick not even halfway in but already jerking from your welcomingly wet and warm cunt wrapping around his crimson tip. You nodded, looking up at him. 

“Pl-please,, keep going Hyunjin”

The blonde boy blushed, his ears turning red. Tightening the grip on your hips he fully entered you, you shutting your eyes tightly from the slightly painful but pleasurable experience. Glancing down at you, he had to use every bit of discipline to not pound into you. In his eyes you looked angelic. Your parted lips that we’re coated by saliva and the way your skirt bunched up around your waist made it feel like torture to be inside of you, not moving to let you adjust to his size. 

“C-can I move?” He asks impatiently to which you smile, nodding and wrapping your legs around him, pulling him closer to your warm body. Your breath hitched as he softly wraps his hand around your neck, him thinking he’d gone too far.

“I-im sorry! I-” 

You hush him, placing your index finger over his plush pink lips. 

“I’ll tell you if anything doesn’t feel good, alright?” You so desperatly wanted to place a “baby” at the end of the sentence, that nickname fitted him but being to scared to confess your feelings. Just because he wants you doesnt mean he loves you. Hyunjin nodded like an excited puppy, finally getting the permission of moving and feeling your clenched walls around his length, his one hand still wrapped around your throat. 

His thrusts were slow, filled with passion which only worsened your longing for him, the longing of him being yours. Small whimpers dripped from between your parted lips, the moans being mixed with Hyunjin’s low grunts and sounding like a melody. You peeked up at the model-like boy, his expression being synonymous to pleasure. The movements eventually quickened, his long cock hitting your cervix with every thrust, making you put your hands behind his back, your fingernails digging into his soft honey skin. His previously closed eyes fluttered open, watching you with a soft gaze through his fierce eyes. You smiled and he smiled back before his gaze drifted away from yours.

“Y-you feel so good y-y/n,,, you’re an angel”

Chuckling and moaning at the same time, his praise gave you a sense of security but also a sense of lust, wanting to coax out even more dangerously sweet words from his pretty mouth. 

“Go faster,,, Hyunjin”

You gasped out, the pleasure starting to pick up it’s pace. The sound of skin slapping against each other bounced off the white walls in the big studio, the old sofa creaking ever so often from the blond boys powerful thrusts. Hyunjin would never get tired of hearing you say his name, never. 

The knot in your stomach signaled your impending orgasm as your walls were stretched out. You pleaded him to not stop, your voice sounding frail as you neared your sweet release. The hot tempeture wasn’t helping the situation, sweat beading underneath Hyunjins headband, soaking the two strands of blonde locks that hanged infront of his face. 

“F-fuck,, y/n you’re so pretty with my hands wrapped around your throat, fuck-” 

A loud groan escaped his lips, the pleasure of your wet pussy against his rock-hard length getting too much, Hyunjin having to hold back until you came, not wanting to appear selfish. It wasn’t long until you felt your legs shaking around him, your toes curling as the squeaky sound from the couch increased along with the speed of Hyunjin’s thrusts, the rubber not giving him as much intimacy as he would have liked but the visual of you lying beneath him, squirming away from bliss and softly moaning made up for it. 

“I think- i think I’m cumming, s-shit Hyunjin, I’m cumming”

The words spilled from you, quickly followed by a incoherent mumbling of his name before a wave of hot flashed through your entire body, your walls clenching around him as your erotic juices coated his twitching cock. You held your hands against your face that was lightly coated with sweat but before you could come down from your high Hyunjin pinned your hands above your head by your wrists, him letting out a growl before his cum filled the tip of the condom. The both of you rode out your powerful orgasm, your moans softening as the intense feeling subsided, Hyunjin shivering with his last thrust before pulling out. 

The light sound of the air conditioner was now accompanied with heavy panting, your chest heaving as Hyunjin softly pulled down your skirt and ran his hand through his blonde hair, pushing the stray hairs away before rolling off the cumfilled condom and throwing it on the floor, the rubber landing on the dark clothing that were pooling next to the leather couch. The young boy lays down beside you, your eyes fixed on the ceiling as you faded away in a million thoughts, still trying to process what just happened. You turned your head against his, feeling his lingering gaze on your face and you swore you could hear your heart beat in your ears as his cheekbones lifted, his now cherry red lips turning into a soft smile. 

“Do you like me?” 

You choked on your own saliva, coughing and sitting up in panic making Hyunjin worry, him patting you on the back as he sat up next to you. 

“I-im sorry,, I shouldn’t have- y/n,, so-sorry”

He mutters out as you start laughing, he looking confused at your chuckling figure. 

“T-that’s,,, quite the direct question” you say, clearing your throat before continuing. “I don’t know Hyunjin. You know that this isn’t possible”

You saw his previously twinkling eyes turn blank, his heart sinking. 

“Uhm,,, n-no totally not,,, I just said it to-”

He tried to play cool, brushing off the fact that he didn’t get the answer he so longed for. His gaze turning away from your angelic face.

“But I like you”

You spoke quietly, your voice cracking at the end. Hyunjin turned back to you.

“Why wouldn’t it work then?” he asked with a confused voice. You sighed

“Hyunjin, do you not know who you are? We fucked in a building where you own half of the rights, you work with famous people and your work is in every magazine, don’t you understand?”

He stayed silent for a while, comtemplating on what to say before grabbing your clammy hand. 

“Do you only see me for my career?”

You shake your head, trying to catch eye contact with the blonde boy but failing as he stares down at your small hand in his grasp. 

“Hyunjin, I love you but this feels way to quick,,, I can’t just-”

“I’ve known about you for a while, y/n. Do you know why we even worked together in the first place?” 

Hyunjin speaks calmly, a thin string of sadness threading through his voice. You shake your head, looking at him but he looking away.

“I reached out to Bangchan first”

You weren’t surprised, only confused. What did he see in you? 

“I know it might seem,, rushed! But if- if we both like each other then we can make it work. Please don’t worry about our reputations, you are more than your career y/n even if it means the world to you.”

Hyunjin hesitated finishing his sentence, feeling sick to his stomach from the fear of rejection. You withdrew your hand, instead opening your arms and hugging him to which he smiled and hugged you back, the both of you falling back on the couch facing each other. 

“I think I love you,,, like,,, I really love you”

Hyunjin brushed away a strand of hair from your face, his tender eyes meeting yours. 

“And I love you too, y/n”

𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

@vogueinnie​ @that-anxious-bisexual @putmetogetheragain13 @hyunsluvv @lawleighette​ @meow-minho @minaamhh @ohmysparkle @hwangi @rindomo @fleeingreality​​​​​​​ @nycol-ie @jisungsplatforms @p0t4t0don14ll @skzstanlol

[all-about-seggs]

False Love-

Rating: ❌ 18+, Explicit ❌

Pairing- Timeskip! Yandere Oikawa Tooru x fem reader

Word count- 1.8 K

Warnings- Aphrodisiacs, fingering, dub-con, vaginal sex, Oikawa is delusional and sad.

A/n: This is my fic for the Valentine's day Collab that @ultimate-astridwriting hosted. I hope I was able to live up to their expectations (ᗒᗩᗕ).

Roaming around the busy streets of Palermo, ginormous heart shaped props occupying the narrow lane paints Oikawa's vision in scarlet. Love is in the air, as they say, was quite literally true for the beautiful city of Argentina.

In the midst of giggling couples and warm twinkling lights, the annoyed click of his tongue gets drowned out; Unnoticed ;making him recognise his own solitude.

Normally he'd have hoards of girls vying for his attention, trying to take him to their place but maybe it was because of his age, or the mountain of experience with the momentary flings that made him want to search for something deeper.

He used to be fine with superficiality of his relationships, the repeated cycle of getting himself off of any faceless women who came onto him then forgetting her existence the next day was fulfilling in itself. Afterall, his career has always taken priority.

Though the last remaining brain cells of his body tries to rationalise the situation he is getting himself in, Oikawa had already decided what kind of connection he wanted and and was just going to let himself have that. Selfishness is not something he ever disliked anyway.

He felt no need to hide his disdain, Oikawa wasn't one to be subtle about his pettiness either, that's why the contrasting emotions of his own, clashing with the jubilant ones of his surrounding annoyed him to no end.

The chocolates wrapped up neatly in his hand felt heavy, causing his fingers to tremble slightly. It wasn't the weight of the box but what he intended to do with the said item that made his insides twist with excitement.

Yes. It was excitement. Happiness and pure bliss that he felt when he rang the doorbell of your modest appartment in the costal side of the city. Despite having the sea right next to your place, the cold February air still made you shiver as you opened the door to see Oikawa standing at your doorsteps, all smiles with a dash of extra in his typical 'hand on the hip' pose.

Surprised wouldn't even being to describe your current state of shock. You spend the next few seconds just starting at his ever confident form before his voice brings you back to your senses.

" Yooohooo~ babe, I'm sure I don't look 'that' good. I just finished with practice so my hair's probably a mess right now", he continued on with his cheery tone,

" Come on, It's not like you have anyone else to spend Valentine's with, so why not just let me in already and look", dangling the expensive looking bag in front of your eyes, his expression took on a slightly sinister turn in their features, the kind that went away as soon as they appeared not leaving any trace of its original condescending vibes.

" I made these chocolates for you", emphasizing on the made part he stares right into your eyes, as if waiting for his well earned praise. Heaving a sigh of defeat you release the door know you didn't knew you had in a death grip, opening the door completely in a gesture to usher him inside.

Oikawa quickly makes himself at home, plopping down on your couch with his long legs stretched.

This was the first time you had seen him after the rejection of the high in demand position of his girlfriend. The face he made when you turned him down was of utter disbelief so much so that you almost reconsidered your decision. But you weren't that wishy washy in your opinions and his was a type you made sure to ignore.

You were aware of his salty personality and the habit of holding grudges, so you thought after that fateful day he'd ignore you like the plague, but for all his arrogance Oikawa's face was the epitome of gleeful.

" Soooo", starting off with an awkward note you casually try to sit on the furthest arm chair from the couch Oikawa was currently occupying and tried to ask what exactly was he expecting out of his current visit but he quickly cut you off by his own booming voice.

" Before all that, why don't you try these?", Pointing to the chocolates he starts unwrapping them, as he pulls the decorative ribbon, two rows of brown, heart shaped delicacies appeared.

"Don't be shy, I made these for you afterall", he remarked, pushing the box on your side of the table.

You didn't think much of it, afterall, 'making' chocolates just means buying store bought ones and just melting them into different shapes right?

Popping one small cube in your mouth you let it dissolve, your taste buds filling up with the sweetness of the treat. Just as it finished you heard Oikawa speak again.

"You probably know why I'm here, but I'll tell you again", readjusting his posture, he sits straight, both the look in his eyes and tone taking a more serious turn.

" I thought about why turned me down that day and I finally realised......You were just scared weren't you?", rather than upset he sounded relieved as he continued with self assuredness ,

" Of commitment? Or because of my job? Either way I can already assure you that I was already prepared to put you above everything else if the situation calls for it".

You were just sitting, listening to his outrageous conclusions when you felt your heartbeat increase. The sweaty palms of your hand to the moistness in your core, your entire body started reacting in ways you'd never experience before.

"You thought that I'd keep our relationship on the back burner and only focus on my career? You were just lonely weren't you?", With every passing second his delusional words seemed to work with more and more intensity that didn't helped your hyperventilating state at all.

"And you rejected me because you didn't wanted to have an absent boyfriend right? So in reality-", by the time he finished he was already in front of you, the fire in the depths of your core made your mind hazy and eyes unfocused. You wanted to ask what was happening or what he put in those chocolates but forming any coherent words was a feat on its own in your current condition.

He smoothly takes one of your burning hand in his cool ones, the contact making you instantly lean onto him for more. You're sitting in a daze when he pulls you up from the arm chair and places you on his lap back on the longer couch.

In your already aroused state, the soft strokes of Oikawa's fingers on your scalp made you succumb further into the need for release as you sit on his lap with your head resting against his shoulder. The room was now quite safe for his soothing voice that came from right about your head.

"You love me right?", the words that come out of his mouth in the heated moment betrayed all his attempts at feigned composure. He may have spiked the chocolates with some sort of aphrodisiacs but the way your heart hurted after hearing this made it seem more like a love potion.

With his barely audible voice they sounded almost like a plea, another desperate measure to get what he wanted.

Before you could even notice, your vision tilts and you find yourself pinned to the couch, with Oikawa hovering right above you. His hands on your sweatpants, lowering them all the way to your ankles. And the weirdest thing?

You didn't wanted him to stop.

Not when he spread you out completely in front of him. Not when he was shamelessly staring at your naked pussy with a maniacal glint in his eyes and definitely not when he shoved two of his thick digits up your leaking pussy that covered his entire palm in your slick at the slightest of contact.

Your soft walls clenching around his fingers was all he needed before he stared unzipping his own pants. He gazed at your panting body while he pulled his cock out, flipping you on your stomach with your ass up and face shoved down.

You barely cared about anything but getting fucked good at this point when you heard some rumbling behind you, as soon as Oikawa was done putting on a condom he lined himself up against your entrance.

Not wasting any more time he slips past your folds until he is buried to the hilt. The feeling of being stretched out and filled to the brim coaxed out a few lewd moans from your mouth.

Your slick was enough to make Oikawa pick up a hard and fast pace, your entire body shook with every thrust of his. He kept his hands on your waist, pushing himself as deep as he can before pulling out until only the tip remains. Your own orgasm started building up with his every action.

His member throbbed against your insides and the moans that slipped past his gritted teeth indicated he already came but his cock showed no signs of softening as he kept going with his brutal pace.

You bury your head sideways, tongue lolling out and covering the fabric beneath it in your drool as Oikawa lodges his cock further into your pussy from behind. He moves in and out of you with ease, the slick from both your pussy and his previous release was more than enough to keep his memeber going.

Gripping your ass cheek in one hand, he trails his other one in between your thighs. Quickly his digits grazes your clit, the pressure they added along with the heavy thrusts pulled you closer to the edge. The anticipation of your impending release was all your lust laden head could think about the feeling of ecstasy that you desperately needed.

The intensity of your orgasm made your eyes roll back, and if it wasn't him holding you firmly in place, you probably would've fell down the couch. With your entire body shaking your panted heavily from your mouth to calm yourself.

Oikawa doesn't make any attempt to pull out or move and even after your breathing becomes even his member is still lodged deep inside you. He gently starts gyrating his hips against your pussy again and it becomes obvious that you weren't the only one under the effects of aphrodisiacs.

As cum trickles down your inner thighs, all you could decipher was the overwhelming bolts of pleasure Oikawa's cock provided and the sounds of your skin smacking against eachother's.

With his hands on both of your sides, he lowers himself down until your back was flush against his toned chest, his raspy voice rumbled through your ear as he spoke in a dark possessive tone,

"Don't forget..... we are in love"

[awsugawara]

bnha hcs with an artsy s/o [1/?]

i’m going to make this a mini series, so expect to see this AND haikyuu characters too :) i will also do the k-pop hcs too, so look forward to that !

note: your quirk will be the same all around, if implied you have one!

Quirk: AMBIENT ILLUSION - with a single touch of your hand or glance, you are able to make your opponent think that they’ve been taken to another “realm,” but in actuality their body movements mimic those in the illusion; it’s a quirk that can be used for good or for bad; your creativity isn’t limited, but the side effects are headaches, nausea, and sometimes insanity for a short period of time until your stamina runs out or unless someone knocks you out

Hero Name: Chiaroscuro or Chiasu [for short]- referring to the major contrast of light and dark in an image; in italian it is said to literally mean light-dark

enjoy :)

---

s. aizawa

> teacher x teacher scenario tyvm

> you were a popular teacher at U.A., teaching in some of the general studies classes as an art teacher

> students in class 1-C, D, and E would flaunt how cute/hot and talented their pro hero of an art teacher was

> midnight was gossiping about you with present mic and aizawa overheard

> he knows you have your own agency, so how you double that plus being a teacher was beyond him

> “oh midnight! i was actually looking for you :)”

> aizawa-seeing-a-cutie.exe has stopped working.

> for someone who is low energy and stoic for the most part, this was new

> got more acquainted with the other teachers, but you were really close with aizawa

> funny thing is,,,you and aizawa met up a lot after school and you eventually started dating

> the other pro heroes at the school only found out is when midnight had walked in on them kissing

> the students found out about the relationship when aizawa walked you to your next lecture class as he left class 1-A  with present mic

> aizawa glared at them and as soon as he left, your students pelted you with questions, until the teacher told them to quiet down

--- k. takami 

> keigo is like a SIMP for you

> he practically with go out of his way just to buy you new art stuff

> “babe...i don’t need anymore sketchbook paper...i have an office at the school and they supply my paper-”

> “you can never have enough, my dove”

> you work at U.A. as an art teacher and met keigo when you were walking home from the school

> you had a run in with a villain, who was on a mission to kidnap you and he swooped in to save you 

> your art was scattered all over and some destroyed and keigo caught a glimpse of them and noticed your U.A. badge

> “you’re a teach at U.A.?”

> keigo walks you home, if you chose to stay late to work on your art

> when you first started dating, he was wondering why you would stay so late, and you had to explain your quirk to him

> he wants to be your #1 source of ideas, but he gives you space when you’re truly at an artist roadblock

> when he took you flying for the first time, he vowed to take you every now and then because seeing how your eyes lit up at the city below made it worth while

--- t. shigaraki

> shiggy treats you like glass

> i see him as someone that really admires you and your quirk, let alone your ability to be able to create such fine pieces of art

> you were a lone wolf, who met dabi, who introduced you to the league

> when shigs laid his eyes on you for the first time, he was SMITTEN

> childishly rants to kurogiri when you and dabi are out patrolling

> “why do they always have to go with that burnt piece of shit”

> #getrekteddabi

> shiggy sucks at socializing and it doesn’t help that you always have a resting bitch face™

> you’re actually a softie and a sweetheart at heart, but you notice shiggs advances and are quite confused

> “uhm...hello, tomura-senpai,,,is there something i can help you with?”

> rip shiggy from the CUTENESS

> one day when you didn’t show up at the base and dabi did, shigaraki and kurogiri gave him a look

> “oh, if you’re looking for Chiasu, they’re at home sleeping...idiot stayed up painting again.”

> shiggy left after demanding dabi to reveal their location

> when he got there, he rang the doorbell and questioning why he came because this really isn’t something he does

> “hmm? tomura-senpai? what are you doing here?” **rubs sleep out of your eyes**

> he felt his heart leap

> “i came to see my s/o after being told that they stayed up working. now, are you going to let me in or am i going to have to force myself inside your house?”

--- dabi

>  you were at witz end with your life as a pro hero 

> you weren’t depressed or anything,,,just bored,,,no ideas or fighting spirit

>one day, you had happened to run into dabi committing one of his oversized fires

> he tried reading you, but all he got was just your stoic, almost sad, expression

> you hadn’t moved and he was walking toward you, stopping and moving his face down to your level

> “well, well what do we have here?”

> you hadn’t remembered much from that day, but you hadn’t run into dabi and the only time you really left your house was to get more art supplies and food

> when you were trekking home on the same path, dabi stepped from the shadows in front of you

> you just gave him a blank look and tried to side step him, but obv he didn’t let you

> what happened next was probably the most shocking,,,he embraced you

> you didn’t know what to do other than cry...for losing your fighting spirit

> after that day, dabi would check up on you frequently and eventually he convinced you to stay with him, so he can stay with you

> it took about 2 months to get you to smile and boy was that worth it

> you were grateful of dabi for sparking [pun not intended] your creativity

> “if you’re so grateful, why don’t be mine?”

--- h. toga

> innocent is how toga would describe you

> her attraction to you was much more different than the times where she’d feel the need to cut someone up

> she wanted you in one piece, unharmed

> so she dragged you to be apart of the league of villains with her

> shigaraki was skeptical letting in a quirkless civilian into the league, but he found your ability to design and draw potentially useful

> dabi likes to mess with you to rile up himi

> “you lay another burnt hand on my s/o, i WILL cut you”

> himi doesn’t like the fact you’re close with some of the LOV members, so she whisks you away to her room or somewhere that’s not the base

> if you go to school and you’re adamant in finishing, himi will kinda leave out the villainous aspects of her life so you can finish

> if you go to school and you really don’t care for it, she’ll try to convince you to become a full fledged member of the LOV rather than an associate

> the mission with the yakuza was probably super nerve-wrecking for you after you saw it on the news

> you were greeted with a toga at your door that evening and you just glomped her and expressed how concerned you were, knowing what her role in the mission was

> himi met you online and then began kinda figuring out when you went to your fav cafe and art store and what you like to buy and the such

> attentive, but psycho was how you described her at first, but just accepted that aspect of her 

---

k. chisaki

> for someone who looks like a plague daddy- doctor none of the members of the yakuza would have imagined him dating a cutie with a QUIRK 

> for starters, you kinda once over the media on the yakuza, more so concerned with your art

> so when you accidentally ran into kai one evening, you kinda just shrugged it off and continued to walk home

> he was so confused like didn’t you know who he was?????????

> nonetheless, he saw you again, while you were making your way home from the convenience store with your [fav. drink + snacks]

> “oh hey! i remember you!” **insert tense kai** “you’re that guy from the other day! how are you?” **cue confused kai**

> you didn’t really have much of a reaction when you FINALLY put two and two together on

> “you’re a part of that villainous yakuza, right?” **insert tense kai** “it’s okay i won’t tell, i like you too much to turn you in :)” **cue confused kai**

> he wasn’t sure whether to be more concerned about the fact you’re letting him, a villainous yakuza go, or the fact he is starting to develop feelings for you

> regardless, kai had “kidnapped” you more like you willingly agreed to stay with him, hidden away somewhere, where you were safer

> he allowed you to continue your artistry, but he made sure to stay away at least from that aspect of your life

> he wanted you to feel like you had those forms of freedom with the line of work that he was involved in because he loves you very much

> BONUS: you held a grudge on kai for keeping eri hidden away from you and for what he did to her and got a couple of hits on his ass, but you stayed with her and aizawa after kai was arrested

---

sorry some of these are short or kinda are,,,,idk bad? ^^; 

[ererokii]

can i get some angst to fluff w tamaki and a fem!reader who feels like he isn’t pulling his weight in the relationship🥺 and then he’ll probably explain that it’s because he’s new to relationships and kinda scared to be open🥺🥺 thank u sm!!

Bye I love me some Tamaki (unedited)

~~~~

It was obvious that Tamaki Amajiki was the shyest individual you have ever encountered. Dating Tamaki was something you would never have thought of. Your friends, Mirio, and Neijre were the most supportive of your relationship. In fact, without their help you probably would have chickened out when asking Tamaki out.

You could still remember his flushed face as he quickly accepted your offer for a date. Not even 10 seconds later you found him leaning against the nearest wall, shaking slightly. In a panic you quickly looked around for Neijre. You recalled her words ‘Y/N-Chan don’t worry! Mirio and I will be there!’.

Mirio’s head popped through the wall as Neijre’s head popped out from around the corner. Both of them gave you a cheeky smile and a thumbs up.

That was 5 months ago. You were ecstatic when he said yes. His shyness didn’t bother you, if anything it made you fall for him even more if possible. At first you didn’t mind it. It was a part of him and you accepted it. Planning dates and asking him to hang out wasn’t a big deal. Lately, it has been bugging you. You noticed that it was you putting in all the work and not him. Sure he was naturally shy but he could of put more effort, couldn’t he?

That’s where you ended up now. You were sitting on Nejire’s bed as she painted your fingernails. She thought it would be best if you got any from the boys for some ‘Girl Time’.

“Come on! Amajiki isn’t like that! He really likes you! When you’re not all you’re all he talks about! Why would you think differently?”

You sighed and retreated your hand back from her, blowing on your now wet indigo fingernails. “I know that! It’s just.. is it bad I just want him to ask me on the date? Him asking me to hang out after school. Hell he doesn’t even return the amount of affection I give him! Buying me flowers can’t be that hard either!” You said desperately and almost ran your hands through your hair if it weren’t for the girl stopping you quickly from doing so.

“If you’re worried so much why don’t you just ask him? Amajiki will listen no matter what. You know that. He may be shy but he is one of the greatest listeners I know. Plus you’re his girlfriend, he will definitely listen to you Y/N! Now stop being sad and smile!” Neijre laughed and grabbed her phone. “Let’s watch that movie I was telling you about!”

~~~

This was out of the ordinary. Tamaki has been avoiding you for the beginning of the day till now. Everytime you would approach him, he would desperately run off somewhere, away from you. It honestly felt like you had the plague and he needed to keep his distance from you.

“Hey Mirio!” You called for the tall blond that was a few feet in front of you. He turned around and smiled, waving at you. “Hey Y/LN! You look like you’re in a rush! Are you looking for Tamaki?”

“Yes I am! Have you seen him anywhere? I need to talk to him about something but every time I try to approach him he just leaves suddenly!”

“Oh man that doesn’t sound good! I saw him go out the back way to go sit by that big Sakura Tree.”

“Oh thank you so much! I’ll catch up with you later! Can you let Neijre know where I’m at? I told her I would go with her to the library towards the end of lunch.”

He smiled and nodded, sending a thumbs up your way. You sent him a thumbs up back and went on your way to find your boyfriend.

Once you exited through the back door, you looked over to the right, seeing Tamaki reading a book under the Sakura Tree.

A small smile tugged at your lips as you pushed the sleeves of your uniform shirt up to your elbows and flattened out your skirt.

From where you stood, Tamaki looked at peace. When he was with you he was always nervous, afraid he could say one wrong thing and you’ll even end up breaking up with him but that wasn’t the case.

“Tamaki!” You called out and started walking towards him.

He looked up quickly in alarm as his cheeks darkened, his eyes widening slightly. “Y-Y/N!” He stuttered and quickly shut his book, shoving it inside his backpack.

Your smile fell as you quickened your pace to him. “Wait!” You said and reached out to grab his arm before he could make a run for it again. “Why are you avoiding me?”

“I’m not a-avoiding you! I just have somewhere to go!”

“You have somewhere to go every time I approach you..? Love I just need to talk to you about something”

He froze at the nickname, the tips of his pointy ears going red. “W-what did you want to talk about Bunny?”

“I think we should sit down” you said, sitting down on the grass underneath the tree and tugged on his sleeve to which he complied.

It was silent. You didn’t know how to approach this. He sensed this and shakily grabbed your hand, squeezing it gently. Before you opened your mouth he interrupted. “You’re breaking up with me aren’t you..?”

“W-what?! No! Why would you think that?!”

“I d-don't k-know! You said you wanted to talk!”

“Yeah talk not break up with you!” You snapped and sighed, feeling slightly guilty for raising your voice when you saw that his ears drooped down a bit. This happened whenever he was defeated, embarrassed or when he was sad.

“Look Tama..I’m sorry for raising my voice but..Tamaki I feel like you aren’t putting enough into this relationship. I feel like you’re getting tired of me”

He looked up shocked. “Bunny I..” he trailed off and gripped your hand tighter.

You stayed silent, a way of telling him to keep on going.

“The reason why I was..avoiding you today was so I can plan out on how to ask you on a date today..” he mumbled.

Your eyes widened in surprise. You weren't expecting this.

”I'm sorry you felt that way B-Bunny… It’s just that this is my first relationship. No one has ever thought of me like this until..well until you came. I beat myself over it because I see other boyfriends give their girlfriends nice things then whenever I want to give you something I panic and my a-anxiety gets the best of me.. it was never my intention on making you feel like that. I’m just s-scared to open up.”

His anxiety got the best of him. It wasn’t him getting tired of you. His brain wouldn’t let him do it. The amount of times he saw that longing look in your eyes when another girl would come into class with a bouquet of flowers her boyfriend had given her prior. He noticed it all. He longed to do it but didn’t know how.

“Oh Tama..” you whispered and wrapped your arms around his body. “I should have known..” you didn’t even notice till now that the boy’s body was shaking. You rubbed small circles on his shoulders as you buried your head into the crook of his neck.

“N-No Bunny! It’s okay! It’s my fault...just know that I’ll be trying my best from now on.. I p-promise you that..” he said and wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you closer until you were sitting on his lap.

A smile emerged on your face as you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, loving the way his cheeks darken. “I believe you love...but about that date though..”

“Huh?!”

“I’m kidding Tama!”

“O-okay! But..can I kiss you?”

“Please do”

[lawnierose]

~Malfoy Manor~

Draco stared up into the sky wondering what he had done to become one of Lady Fate’s playthings. Between him and Potter they had some of the best and worst luck he had ever seen. Really, it had taken a quick downward spiral since the Ministry incident in fifth year. The Dark Lord had been furious at his father for his failure there. Then, the Mad Dark One had murdered his mother for trying to keep him from having to take the Dark Mark. Draco was furious, which caused him to fail the tests needed for Snake Face to consider him for his ranks. The final straw to place him in his current condition was Severus “accidentally” ruining a patch of poisons His Royal Darkness needed. Now Draco was outside laying about in the grass. He had been spending more time on the grounds of his family's land. After the latest “failure” from Severus, Voldemort had decided to make an example of him, Draco, and Lucius. All three had been given to Fenrir Greyback. However, instead of tearing them all to shreds, Fenrir had shifted and turned them all. Life had been interesting after that. Now that the Malfoy family was “disgraced”, Voldemort had moved on to a new Manor. This had allowed Lucius to invite the whole of Greyback’s pack to live on the Malfoy’s land, of which they had plenty to spare. With the recent transformation, Draco had a greater appreciation of the outdoors.

Draco had discovered a great deal in the short time since being turned. One, Fenrir was nothing like the vicious rumours about the man. The man truly cared about his pack and the welfare of all werewolves. Two, he had turned them because they were powerful and useful. Draco and Lucius had become Dominant wolves, but not Alphas. Severus had ended up a submissive, not that anyone would mess with the magically powerful man. Draco’s Uncle Sev still knew how to be intimidating. Fenrir even promised to help them find suitable mates. Three, Fenrir had originally joined the Dark Lord because he was promised equality for dark creatures once Voldemort was ruling Great Britain. Now Greyback wasn’t so sure the insane man would keep his word. Not that he was turning light, mind you. That side was still fully against their kind, despite their leaders saying the opposite. Neither was he fully in line with Voldemort anymore. These changes are what led them to where they are now. Lucius had the political and financial power to start making sure werewolves and other dark creatures were treated better. He was also better motivated to do so by being one himself. Severus was now devoting much of his time into researching a cure, or at least a way to be less at war with the wolf side of their nature. He had dragged Draco, who was a potion prodigy, into helping him. Draco had only had one full moon since his turning. However, just that one night with all the other wolves had brought him closer to them than he had ever been with most of his schoolmates. It was a weird yet comforting feeling. He was only sad that he hadn’t found his mate. Ok, so his wolf was sad, but he felt fully in tune with his wolf.

“Draco” he heard calling from behind him, “I think I have found a viable solution.”

~Number 4~

Harry was in a world of pain. He had been forced back to the Dursleys yet again at the end of the school year. He was decimated by the loss of his godfather, Sirius. Every night was plagued with nightmares and every day was more chores and abuse. This particular beating was courtesy of him having a nightmare induced hallucination while cleaning, causing him to break one of Petunia’s vases. Vernon had taken great pleasure in beating him senseless. He had woken up hours later with a concussion, several broken ribs, and he thought he might be bleeding internally. Moving very slowly and with enough pain to cause him to black out twice, Harry was able to grab his D.A. galleon from under the loose floorboard under his bed. He was able to send a quick S.O.S. before succumbing once more to blackness.

~Grimmauld Place~

Hermione was pacing furiously in her room at Order Headquarters. Just moments ago she had felt her pocket warm up and discovered her D.A. galleon glowing. It was blood red, the color for immediate danger and the magical signature was Harry’s. Hermione was frantically trying to determine what to do. Which of the adults would even believe her. “Oh, this galleon is informing me Harry is in trouble” Yeah right! She stopped suddenly. Remus would believe her. That wolf would do anything to keep his pup safe. She needed someone else from the D.A. as well. Ron wasn’t a great choice, he was still dealing with the effects of the brain tentacle things in the DOM. There was also the fact things were still strained since the fourth year and the tournament. Honestly, her three best choices were Neville, Ginny, or Luna as all three were in the building and honestly cared for Harry. She grabbed her emergency stash, which was a beaded bag full of potions, money, clothes, food and even a tent. As she left the room, she wasn’t surprised to find Luna in the hallway, her usual airy expression gone.

“He needs us.”

Hermione had stopped questioning how Luna knew things she shouldn’t years ago. Their little group had learned to trust and follow her bouts of insight. Harry and Neville were probably the only two who truly understood her unusual way of speaking. Hermione grabbed Luna by the arm as they went in search of Remus. They found him in the library, and quickly explained the situation to him. The three slipped out of Grimmauld Place without attracting any attention and Remus apparated them all to park that the Order used a little ways away from Number 4.

~Number 4~

After popping in, Remus moved to where Mundungus was supposed to be keeping watch. He found the disgusting thief asleep. Waking him, Remus sent him on his way, saying it was his turn to take watch. Once Dung apparated away, Remus motioned the girls to follow him. Hermione cast a Revelio on the house, allowing them to discover there was only one occupant. An Alohamora moved them inside and they followed the point-me spell up to the second floor. Remus struggled to hold back Moony as he saw the seven locks and cat flap on the door his pup was behind. Using his strength, he merely ripped the door from its frame. Both girls screamed at the sight before them. Harry was unconscious on the floor, laying in a pool of blood, vomit, and other bodily fluids. Remus cast several spells in rapid succession to clean Harry and the floor of the mess before levitating Harry up and stripping him so that Luna and Hermione could begin to work. All three had tears in their eyes as Luna began pouring potions into Harry and Hermione was using Dittany on his many wounds to seal them up. After they got the bleeding taken care of, they realized none of them was trained enough to cast diagnostic spells on Harry to see if there was more damage.

“We need to get him to Poppy” Remus was pacing still trying to contain his rage.

“She would only tell Dumbledore, who would send Harry right back here. Just like he has every summer”

Remus looked at Hermione aghast. “You mean he knew. How long has this been going on?”

Luna looked over at Harry. “Since he was six. His relatives are hounded by nargles and blibbering humdingers.”

“We need to get him somewhere and soon.”

“What about his cousin Andromeda? She is a healer at St. Mungo’s, right?”

Remus’ eyes flashed amber. “That’s right.”

With that they made plans to move Harry. However, as they stepped outside, all four were hit with stunners from all sides. Remus did not go down immediately as his werewolf nature protected him a bit. He snarled and curled around Harry, trying to bring his wand to hand. The last thought Remus had as more stunners hit, was as he smelled a scent and his mind screamed “Alpha!”

[teachingmycattoread]

Things We’ve Yelled About This Episode #16

The Hobbit, J. R. R. Tolkien

The Lord of the Rings (films)

The Lord of the Rings, J. R. R. Tolkien

The Silmarillion, J. R. R. Tolkien

This meme:

Harry Potter (aka The Boy Wizard), J. K. Rowling (as always, this podcast thinks Joke Rowling is full of shit, donate to your local trans charity today)

““There is more in you of good than you know, child of the kindly West. Some courage and some wisdom, blended in measure. If  more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world. But sad or merry, I must leave it now. Farewell!”” Thorin Oakenshield, Chapter 18: The Return Journey

““If we don’t get blown off, or drowned, or struck by lightning, we shall be picked up by some giant and kicked sky-high for a football.”” Thorin Oakenshield, Chapter 4: Over Hill and Under Hill

This meme:

and these posts thereupon.

The Princess Bride, William Golding

“The mother of our particular hobbit – what is a hobbit? I suppose hobbits need some description nowadays, since they have become rare and shy of the Big People, as they call us.” Chapter 1: An Unexpected Party

The Three Plagues of Lludd’s town aka Cyfranc Lludd a Llefelys (wiki)

The Historia Regum Britanniae, Geoffrey of Monmouth (wiki)

Brut y Brenhinedd (wiki)

The Icelandic translation of Dracula (post)

Beowulf (wiki) - M recommends the Seamus Heaney or Tolkien translations, but they’re enjoying the Maria Dahvana Headley version immensely.

The Hobbit and LoTR as D&D campaigns, Matt Colville (youtube)

The Secret Commonwealth of Elves, Fauns and Fairies, Robert Kirk and Andrew Lang (wiki)

Elves in Discworld, Terry Pratchett (wiki)

Wheel of Time, Robert Jordan

Babel fish, Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams (wiki)

The Poetic Edda (wiki)

For Dwarfish names as Old Norse past participles see this post

Game of Thrones (TV, books by George R. R. Martin)

“Then they went back, and found Thorin with his feet on the fender smoking a pipe. He was blowing the most enormous smoke-rings, and wherever he told one to go, it went – up the chimney, or behind the clock on the mantelpiece, or under the table, or round and round the ceiling; but wherever it went it was not quick enough to escape Gandalf. Pop! He sent a smaller smoke-ring from his short clay pipe straight through each one of Thorin’s. Then Gandalf’s smoke-ring would go green and come back to hover over the wizard’s head.” Chapter 1: An Unexpected Party

M, despite literally never throwing anything out on purpose, can’t find the handout for the lecture they mention on classic fantasy as war literature - if that rings any bells for anyone, let us know so we can credit properly!

J. R. R. Tolkien

C. S. Lewis

The Once and Future King, T. H. White

“Even Bilbo was given a seat at the high table, and no explanation of where he came in – no songs had alluded to him even in the obscurest way – was asked for in the general bustle.” Chapter 10: A Warm Welcome

Shakespeare and listening to women (post)

“It was at this point that Bilbo stopped. Going on from there was the  bravest thing he ever did. The tremendous things that happened afterwards were as nothing compared to it. He fought the real battle in the tunnel alone, before he ever saw the vast danger that lay in wait.” Chapter 12: Inside Information

Anansi Boys, Neil Gaiman

Smaug is to the dwarves as the Sackville-Bagginses are to Bilbo (post)

Geralt of Rivia, The Witcher (Netflix)

“ “Well, are you alive or are you dead?” asked Bilbo quite crossly. Perhaps he had forgotten that he had had at least one good meal more than the dwarves, and also the use of his arms and legs, not to speak of a greater allowance of air. “Are you still in prison, or are you free? If you want food, and if you want to go on with this silly adventure – it’s yours after all and not mine – you had better slap your arms and rub your legs and try and help me get the others out while there is a chance!”” Chapter 10: A Warm Welcome

“ “Tomorrow begins the last week of autumn,” said Thorin one day.

“And winter comes after autumn,” said Bifur.

“And next year after that,” said Dwalin, “and our beards will grow until they hang down the cliff to the valley before anything happens here.”” Chapter 11: On The Doorstep

Teen Wolf

“braver than any US marine” meme

This meme:

and commentary

What Else Are We Reading?

Check Please, Ngozi Ukazu (comic)

How To Write An Autobiographical Novel, Alexander Chee

Eat Up!, Ruby Tandoh

The Great British Bake-Off

Next Time On Teaching My Cat To Read

Even More Hobbit (This Time With Moving Pictures)

[bungamawar001]

Wait for me

So, this is set in the same universe as Storm and if you didn’t see that, basically the important thing to note is that Jesse has the ability to see people’s ‘auras’ as bubbles. So, yeah. Also, it got a bit long, so most of it’s under the read more

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It was going to start raining soon, he could feel it. From how Ms. Kira’s pink bubble was nervously swirling around, she could see it too. 

Normally, it wouldn’t be a problem, but people have been saying that the creatures of the End were getting bolder and the Endermen have been spotted more and more often. Some people were theorizing that the End was starting to overpopulate, but Jesse couldn’t care less. He just wanted to go home before the storm hit.

Because this didn’t feel like a normal storm. The sun was setting, and the sky was supposed to be a nice orange hue, but all he could see (and feel) was the slimy, black something infecting the sky above him. It had been like that all week, but today was worse for whatever reason. 

He could tell that Ms. Kira didn’t see the black slimy stuff (because he was weird that way), but it was impossible to not notice the constant fatigue that had been plaguing the inhabitants of their town for the past week. 

“Hurry, Jesse,” The wind started picking up, and the black thing in the clouds was making its way closer to them. “We’re nearly there, just hold on a little bit, okay?”

“Okay…” Jesse didn’t think that he was the one who was supposed to be holding on. Whatever had been going on this past week hadn’t affected him or Reuben as much. Or at all, really. He assumed that it was part of whatever made them weird,  but they weren't getting tired like other people were. 

Actually it was only him that wasn’t getting tired. Animals naturally didn’t seem to notice the effects of the black surrounding them.

And he could see that the black stuff hanging above all of their heads was the cause for it. It was seeping into people’s bubbles and dampening the light that was in them. 

Jesse could fix it, he tried it on Petra when she was sleeping by reaching into her bubble and gathering up the black in his own aura to separate it from her dark red bubble. She was back to her normal energetic self for an entire day after that. It didn’t last long, unfortunately, and it latched back on to her the night after. So of course, Jesse had started removing the black from her red every night after that. It was tiring, but if it kept Petra’s bubble from feeling dull, he’d keep doing it. Besides, practice makes perfect, right?

He snapped back to the present and froze as he felt the dark (very, very dark) purple bubble of an Enderman appeared behind him and the contact of it against his own bubble made his head swim and his vision flicker dangerously. Ms. Kira didn’t seem to notice and her pink bubble continued down the path, still swirling nervously, but unaware of the danger behind them. Jesse didn’t know what exactly made the Endermen attack, but his vision came back to normal and he quickly ran to walk beside Ms. Kira again. 

To his horror, the Enderman didn’t lose interest and go away like he thought it would. Instead, it started to trail behind them, just outside of Jesse’s bubble. Even worse, it seemed that this Enderman’s interest garnered the attention of its friends too. Very soon, he could feel at least 10 (Why were there so many?!?) behind them and hiding in the trees. 

“M-Ms. Kira!” Somehow, she still hadn’t noticed their uninvited company (her pink was duller than ever now, he could see the black from the Endermen seeping into her bubble), so when she turned to Jesse and spotted the 10 or so Endermen following them from the corner of her eye, she let out a small gasp and pointed her eyes to the ground. 

She reached out and grabbed the back of Jesse’s head to make sure his eyes were facing the ground too, “Don’t look into their eyes, just keep looking down. We’re almost home.”

Ms. Kira took his shoulders and pulled him closer. He normally didn’t like the close proximity of people because their emotions could get overwhelming sometimes - no matter how dull their bubbles were - but the frightened swirling pink of Ms. Kira was better than the suffocating black of the Endermen around them. 

“It’s going to be alright, Jesse.” He heard her voice wavering under the brave front she was trying to put up for him, but it was soothing nonetheless, “We’re almost home. Just keep walking, okay?”

Jesse swallowed the lump in his throat and managed to give her a meek, “...kay.”

They picked up their pace, and it would’ve been fine, they were going at a faster pace, their eyes were averted, and the house was just around the corner, but that was also when everything fell apart. 

Another Enderman teleported directly in front of them and because they were almost running, they didn’t stop in time to avoid running into it. It let out a furious screech, and in the midst of all the black and the noise, Jesse forgot the warning he was given. He looked up at the Enderman and accidentally met its eyes. 

Soon, the one angry shriek became many, and before he knew it Ms. Kira had grabbed his arm and was leading them towards the right, where there was an opening amongst the haphazard circle of Endermen. 

She led them into the forest and managed to lose them amongst the trees for a while. Jesse watched as she looked behind them and then glanced at him. There were a few moments of silence before she pulled Jesse towards a cluster of tall grass and gently sat him down into it. 

“Stay here, Jesse. I’ll be back. Just wait for me, okay?”

Panicked, Jesse grabbed her arm and whispered as loud as he dared, “You’re leaving?”

He watched as her pink bubble swirled in regret and sadness and a little bit of something else. She didn’t answer him. Instead, she carefully removed his hand from her own, pressed a quick kiss to the top of his brow, and readjusted the tall grass to cover him better before running off in the opposite direction. 

Jesse almost jumped up to follow her, but the screeching sound of the Endermen chasing them kept him in his place. That was when he felt them with their dark auras, tearing across the clearing where his caretaker just disappeared to. 

He wanted to wait. He wanted to wait so so bad and just let the danger pass and Ms. Kira can take him home and they’ll eat her baked potatoes together with Petra and Reuben… but he couldn’t.

It was his fault they were chasing her. He was the one who made eye contact with them in the first place. So with impossible amounts of determination and a few seconds to gather his guts, Jesse peeled after Ms. Kira and the Endermen. He managed to catch up to them, but…

He didn’t wait to take in the scene in front of him. All he knew was that the Endermen were surrounding his mother caretaker and absorbing her bubble into themselves. That was enough to send him hurtling towards the nearest Enderman and as soon as his bubble came into contact with its own, he watched his energy latch onto the Enderman’s core. He barely registered the pain-laced shriek it gave and pulled as hard as he could.

Jesse didn’t really know what happened after that. He felt the Enderman’s aura poof and disappear into thin air, and he remembered hearing the sound of a bunch of angry, shrieking Endermen. He might’ve passed out at some point because the next thing he knew, he was lying face down on the dirt with the rain pouring down his shirt. 

It took him a couple of seconds to regain his bearings, and when he did, it took another minute to recognize the small pink bubble on the ground several blocks ahead of him. The events of that evening came rushing back to him and he frantically crawled his way over to where the figure was lying.

“Ms. Kira?” Jesse reached out for her shoulder (or what he thought was her shoulder. It was cold and it had gotten kinda dark) and tried to shake her awake, “Ms. Kira!”

She didn’t respond, and Jesse didn’t know what he was supposed to do. What do you do when someone’s hurt? It’s best to give them food, right? But Jesse didn’t have any more food, he ate the last of it on the way home. 

Maybe she wasn’t waking up because her bubble was too small. 

Jesse’s heart lightened up a bit. That must be it! If he could take the black stuff out of Petra using his own energy, he must be able to help Ms. Kira too! 

He started to reach out towards the steadily shrinking bubble and gather the remaining black from her pink, but he froze when he felt the familiar stagnant dark grey of a zombie come into the proximity of his bubble. With the black still in his grasp, he didn’t hesitate to hurl it at the incoming danger. 

The luck of the universe must have been against him today because all that did was make the zombie’s bubble denser and bigger. It also made it angry, so Jesse did the only other thing that came to mind. He reached out to the zombie’s core and pulled.

He didn’t pass out this time, and he let out a gasp as he saw the zombie’s body fall to the ground with its core still surrounded in his own energy within his bubble. He hurriedly let go of the core and watched it disappear into smoke alongside the body.

His newfound victory didn’t last long. Soon, he felt another zombie come from the same direction. And then another. And another. It wasn’t long before he was surrounded in all directions again. He tried to pull the cores of the zombies again, but he started getting tired after the third one, and he nearly passed out again at the fifth. Looking around, he saw that he could probably outrun them if he tried, but then he couldn’t bring Ms. Kira along with him. 

Jesse was at the point where he was desperate enough to stand up and attempt to throw fists at them before an idea popped into his mind. He quickly dug a four by four hole in the ground and somehow managed to get Ms. Kira and himself in with minimal damage. Once inside, he took out the torch that, as an almost unspoken rule, everyone was required to bring. He set it on the floor and turned to Ms. Kira, whose bubble was still smaller than normal. 

The weight of the situation finally crashed down on him. They’d just been chased by Endermen. Because of him. Ms. Kira was hurt. It was cold. It was dark. He was stuck in a hole. There were a bunch of skeletons and zombies outside. He had no idea how to get home. 

For the first time since the night started, he allowed his tears to flow and quietly cried himself to sleep. 

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Jesse woke up to the sound of burning zombies and skeletons. He remembered to wait until the sounds stopped before digging himself out of his hole. When he got out, he was met with the sight of rotten flesh and bones scattered across the grounds. Satisfied with the lack of mobs in sight he climbed out of his hole and tried to figure out what to do.

He could try to find the road and follow it back to the group home, but Ms. Kira was hurt, and her bubble was smaller than he remembered it being last night. After he internally debated with himself for a couple of minutes, he decided that he’d run as fast as he could back home so he could get some adults that would actually help her. With that plan in mind, he kneeled down next to Ms. Kira’s bubble and observed it as it weakly swirled around her core. 

He hugged her as best as he could with her on the ground and stood up to prepare to leave, “Don’t worry, Ms. Kira. I’ll be back. Wait for me, okay?”

With that, he climbed out of the hole and ran as fast as he could towards the path.

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He didn’t know how long it took to get back home, but once he found the path, he followed it and ran all the way back to the house where he was greeted with the frantic faces of the other two caretakers. He didn’t quite remember what happened, but he faintly remembered yelling and crying at them to find Ms. Kira in the woods. 

He remembered them asking what happened while trying to get him to change out of his clothes. He remembered finally calming down once they brought in Reuben and Petra. He remembered being led to his bed and given freshly baked potatoes before falling asleep with Reuben snuggled against him. He remembered waking up in the middle of the night to take out the Ender Pearl he had instinctively picked up and watching the mist swirl slowly within its casing.

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He woke up in the morning with Petra eating her breakfast at the foot of his bed and Reuben still curled up next to him. Her dark red bubble sparked excitedly when she offered her cookies to him and mellowed down as he quietly declined it. They started back up again when she stood up and turned towards the door while loudly proclaiming that she was going to find Mr. Reed. 

True to her word, Mr. Reed came in not long after. But he didn’t care about Mr. Reed at the moment. Jesse asked him about Ms. Kira. He watched as Mr. Reed’s light blue glow dim with sadness as he told him Ms. Kira was going to be alright.

He’s lying.

He didn’t hear anything else of what was said after that and when Mr Reed left the room, Petra sat beside him and asked what happened. It ended with him crying into her shoulder and Petra’s dark red sparking with sympathy and no small amount of discomfort as she carefully hugged him while his own tingling dark turquoise filled the room with a vague sense of grief. 

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For the first week, he was able to feel Ms. Kira’s pink bubble in the upper rooms if he tried hard enough to expand the range of his bubble. And throughout the entire week, he could see her bubble get smaller and smaller. Until one day, he couldn’t feel it at all. 

That same day, Mr. Reed and Ms. Beth announced that the town was starting to get dangerous because of the amount of Endermen that were in the area this past week. Somehow, Jesse thought that this might’ve been his fault.

It wouldn’t be for another week before he moved to a new town with Petra and Reuben where they gained some friends in Axel and Olivia.

It was another month after that when news came that a new group who called themselves the Order of the Stone had defeated the Ender Dragon, which somehow caused the Endermen and Endermites to slowly stop spawning in the overworld.

And it wasn’t until years later when Jesse found himself surrounded by more Enderman in Soren's fortress before following Lukas into the water down below.

[saikostories]

GOT7 - Who Are You (JB) pt4

A painstaking five hours later, Jackson felt his phone vibrate next to him in Jinyoung’s bed. Jinyoung had managed to coax him into lying beside him – even if he didn’t fall asleep. He wanted to make sure that Jackson didn’t leave and rush over to your apartment and potentially make things worse, but he also wanted to make sure Jackson didn’t do anything stupid – so he kept an eye on him all night, before eventually Jinyoung fell asleep due to being so exhausted himself.

Jackson felt his heart stop and start at the same time as he fumbled for his phone – seeing your name pop up on the screen. He felt a wave of relief to finally hear from you, as he proceeded to message you back; anxious and nervous to hear the outcome of what happened.

After 12 long years since debuting, GOT7’s contract with JYP officially ended on January 14th, 2026 – going out on a high note with one final world tour and a special concert that marked the end of the group in Seoul. Throughout those 12 years, there were a few small hiatus’s for a number of different reasons – one being the enlistment of the older members in the army. Their faithful and adoring fans were, of course - sad to see a chapter close in GOT7’s careers. But as one chapter ends, another begins for everyone involved.

Including you…

After ending his contract, Mark decided that he wasn’t going to let his talent for martial arts and dancing go to waste. Since he still had the undying and ever-loyal support from GOT7s fans both in Korea and around the world, he used this to open up several martial arts studios to teach and incorporate dance with the prestigious art to kids, teenagers and young adults. He also found himself appearing on several k-hiphop tracks throughout this time – with the hope that in the future, he would continue to keep dropping tracks in this way.

During GOT7’s brief hiatus, Jinyoung used that time to enlist in South Korea’s mandatory military, leaving him free to do whatever he wished once GOT7s contract ended. Jinyoung was now a world renowned actor; appearing in not only Korean dramas and movies, but co-starring in many box-office Hollywood movies as well. On that note, one of his many personal dreams was to become an Oscar winner, especially since soon – he would be appearing as a lead character in a Hollywood movie that would depict an historical account of South Korea to the rest of the world.

Youngjae, who had enlisted during the same time as Jinyoung, wanted to continue his career of singing and performing on stage. Even after GOT7, he began writing and composing his own ballads for himself and continued to melt the hearts of every single person who heard his charming, powerful voice. He found himself working on songs that captured people’s attention with their lyrical twists and emotional accompaniment – and everything he produced was welcomed with open arms, and ears.

BamBam by this stage was practically the king of Thailand. He had managed to not only accomplish his dream of opening up his own restaurant, but he had successfully managed to open up several – both in Thailand and Korea. He had high hopes of continuing this journey by branching out across the globe, all in an effort to make his family proud of him; and proud of him they were. In addition, he had also successfully launched his own clothing brand which was inspired by his love for fashion in general – while putting his own quirky twists to it.

Yugyeom had not yet enlisted, but decided that he would first open his very own dance studio in Seoul before dedicating himself to military service. He had also settled down with a girl – falling in love at first sight and asking her for her hand in marriage even when GOT7 were still together. Together, they planned to start a family after his time in the military, and Yugyeom had his mind fully set on becoming a father while continuing to sing and open more dance studios around the world. The giant maknae had finally reached manhood in the happiest way possible.

But, how did Jaebum and Jackson fare amongst the other boys? Did Jaebum manage to earn back the trust of his girlfriend after betraying you? Was Jackson still your best friend who would do absolutely anything to see you happy? More importantly, how did everything end for you? Was it really the end? Or a new beginning?

You looked around you, nervously watching everyone who passed you by while glancing down at your watch as you stood in front of a few rows of seats at Incheon airport. Beside you were three cases of carry-on luggage, but perhaps something that was more exciting was the fact that your four-year old daughter – Lexi, was zipping up her case after putting her teddy-bear safely inside. That – along with your four-month old son Kalvon, who was swaddled around the front of your body in a baby sling, peacefully sleeping (despite the noise around him) with his head pressed flush against your chest that made your heart swell with more emotions than you could count on one hand.

“Where’s daddy? I wanna see the planes!” Lexi grabbed your hand as she looked up into your face – the spitting image of her father.

“Daddy went to the bathroom, we’ll see the planes soon Lexi! We just have to wait a little longer…” you squeezed her hand back lovingly, listening to her excited giggling at the thought of being able to see planes taking off and landing once you all got through to the departure lounge.

“What’s taking him so long? He’s been gone for ages” you thought, looking down at your watch again to see that in reality, he had only been gone for five minutes; but somehow, it felt much longer to you. You began getting impatient, tapping your foot and trying to calm yourself by engaging in conversation with Lexi – when a pair of hands made their way over your eyes; and you knew immediately who it was.

“Daddy! What took you so long? We’ve been waiting foreverrrrrr!” Lexi whined, before you reached up and removed your husband’s hands from your eyes with a smile on your face, turning around and seeing his usual goofy grin beaming right back at you.

“Did my girls miss me? How about my boy?” Jackson cooed as he leaned in to you, gently pressing his lips against your forehead while looking down at your son.

“Kalvon is still conked out from the car-ride here” you chuckled as Jackson delicately placed his hand on his sons back, administering a soft kiss on top of his head.

“Do you think there’s any hope of him sleeping the whole way to Hong Kong?” he gave you a humorous look as he patted Lexi on her head.

“No chance! He’s due to be fed in a few hours, so I hope we can keep him down until after getting on the plane at least” you sighed, hoping that you wouldn’t be the only mother on the plane with a screaming baby on board.

The past ten years were eventful, and that was largely an understatement. Long had passed since the night that you decided to try and give Jaebum a chance to redeem himself, but in the end – you were glad you did; even though things had certainly changed. After that night, you did as you explained to Jackson back then. You and Jaebum attempted to start over from square one and build your relationship and trust back from the ground up. However, you just couldn’t stop the constant paranoia that plagued your mind every time he wasn’t with you. “Is he cheating on me again? Is he lying to me? Is he where he says he is?” you spent many hours of your days contemplating. Essentially, you had turned into one of those girlfriends – and with good cause, too. You couldn’t fault the efforts made on Jaebum’s side either. He had gone above and beyond to try and convince you that he loved you more than anything – and you believed him. Forgiving him for his blameworthy actions was something you had managed to do in the end. But, no matter how hard he tried, you just couldn’t bring yourself to trust him again.

Calling it quits was a mutual agreement in the end after five months of trying to mend your broken relationship. There was no argument, no crying or spiteful words from either of you. Jaebum could clearly see that it wasn’t working for you, and he tried until the very end to prove otherwise. “I’ll always care about you, and I don’t want to stop being your friend” you had both said these words to each other upon officially ending the relationship. The news of your breakup shocked the rest of GOT7 – all except Jackson, and Jinyoung (for the most part). Jackson knew that both you and Jaebum were having a hard time adjusting, but he also knew it wasn’t his place to inquire, unless you approached him about it first. Despite breaking up, and despite the natural awkwardness between you and Jaebum in the aftermath – your relationship with the rest of the boys didn’t change. You were still a frequent visitor to their dorms on Saturday nights, and more importantly; your relationship with Jackson never altered in the slightest.

During the next year spent without Jaebum and you being single; you had a lot of time to reflect on who you were as a person. You never got into a relationship during that time because you honestly felt like some soul searching was the best medicine for your heart. However, during your many nights spent rethinking through all of your thoughts and intact memories – someone that you found yourself thinking about more often than not, was Jackson. You recalled how Jaebum had told you that Jackson was practically ‘in love’ with you on the night the both of you talked things through. At that time, you thought he was just being a jealous fool…but the more you questioned it, the more it manifested itself deep within you. You started replaying all the scenes of you and Jackson – noticing things you never noticed before because of your relationship with Jaebum. You also began noticing that, even in the aftermath of your breakup, Jackson always seemed to be able to sense when you were feeling down or depressed. Even if it was just a ten-minute call to tell you about his day or ask you about yours, Jackson always knew how to put a smile on your face. And that’s when the real doubt set in – “Do I love my best friend? Has my best friend fallen in love with me?” you thought.

When Jaebum had gathered all of GOT7 to tell them that you had both decided to end the relationship, Jackson found himself feeling odd. It was a strange mix of disappointment and relief. His first thoughts being “Is she okay? Is this what she really wants?” circling his mind. Jacksons behaviour towards you never changed – he still remained as your best friend and treated you no differently (neither did the rest of the boys for that matter). However, after one full year had passed, Jaebum and Jackson finally got to have the talk that both of them had wanted to have ever since the breakup. Jaebum had sat Jackson down, both of them having a heart to heart talk.

“I know that you love her. And, I know that you will probably always love her” Jaebum had said.

“…and while I will always love her too, despite what I’ve done to her…if she feels the same way about you, I won’t object to it” Jaebum admitted with a heavy heart – leaving Jackson in complete disbelief. Beforehand, Jaebum would have rather thrown himself off a cliff before he would have been somewhat alright with the thought of his best friend dating his now ex-girlfriend. But now, Jaebum realised the true value of the phrase ‘if you love someone, you should let them go.” Because now, Jaebum had reached the same stance as Jackson. All Jaebum wanted; was for you to be happy. And he knew that Jackson would never do what he himself had done.

“All I ask…is if you two do decide to be a couple…please don’t rub it in my face. I’ll be fine, in time. You should tell her how you feel…don’t do what I did…don’t throw everything away by being stupid” were Jaebum’s words, before Jackson leaned forward to hug him. No words needed to be exchanged after – for sometimes, silence and actions spoke louder than any words ever spoken could.

One evening, you received a random call from Jackson, telling you to get ready for a night of karaoke and hotpot – to which you gladly agreed to. He took you out singing all night until your voices were hoarse and you both ate until your bellies were fit to burst. When you both arrived back at your apartment, a heart-to-heart began that would change your life; forever, and for the better. You could tell that Jackson had something heavy on his mind. At the same time, so did you – for you had concluded that, yes; you had one hundred percent realised your feelings for him, and that you had fallen for your best friend.

“I have to tell you something that I’ve been keeping from you all these years. But, when I tell you…and if you don’t like what I tell you…please promise me that it won’t change our friendship” he looked at you so seriously, more serious than he had ever looked in his life.

“I love you, (Y/N). I have always loved you. I couldn’t tell you before because…well, you know. But I can’t hold back any longer. I needed to tell you before I went insane. I’ve kept it to myself for so long, and I just needed to come clean and tell you that I love you. More than a best friend…as a woman. As someone who I can’t stop thinking about and worrying about and caring about no matter what I –“

Jackson didn’t get to finish his sentence that night. As he was rambling on, all you could feel was your heart hammering in your chest at his words – the look on his face as he glanced around the room while both of you sat on your sofa. “Jackson, for once in your life…please shut up…” you said, before closing the gap between you both and pressing your lips against his. A few moments later, you were in Jackson’s arms as he carried you down towards your bedroom. For so long, Jackson had held back – but nothing was held back between your sheets that night as he showed you with his mind, body and soul how much he loved you; and you returned these feelings for him too. Even in the morning as a round two and three proceeded to occur, there were no feelings of awkwardness or diffidence. It just felt right.

Your daughter, Lexi; was a little accident. You thought back to the day you took a pregnancy test after missing your period and seeing the clear red line on the screen. Of course, you were nervous to tell Jackson, but all your anxiety melted away at the look on his face when he smiled and shouted out “I’m gonna be a father!” as he proceeded to pick you up in his arms and spin you around. Telling the other boys wasn’t as hard as you thought it would be – all of them shouting and whooping in joy at the thought of being uncles. During this time, Jaebum had already enlisted for his military service – which was a blessing in disguise. The news of your pregnancy with Jackson didn’t make him feel bitter or angry in the slightest. He found himself feeling genuinely happy for you both…but there was an element of “That could have been me…”

After the birth of Lexi, you and Jackson went to Hong Kong to get married in front of both your family and friends. All of GOT7 (minus Jaebum due to his service) were there to celebrate your special day. You did however; receive a card from Jaebum, with him telling you how happy he was for you and your new family – and that he was sorry he couldn’t be there to celebrate with you. The letter didn’t upset you, it didn’t make you feel bad or guilty in the slightest. In fact, it made you happy that he was happy for you…and you couldn’t have asked for a better way to close that chapter in your life and begin a new one.

Kalvon however, was a planned pregnancy. Jackson knew of GOT7s contract coming to an end, and you both wanted to add an additional member to your little family. You had both also decided that – after Kalvon was born, that all four of you would move to Hong Kong to be closer to Jackson’s family. Jackson’s work was also primarily in China too – so it just made more sense to pack up and move; and you had no objections either. After all the mess that occurred in your life, you were finally happy beyond any words that you could use to even try and explain it, and you couldn’t have hoped for a happier ending to the start of your new life with your best friend – now husband, and your two precious children with him.

“We ready to go baby?” Jackson’s voice brought you back down to earth as he began lifting Lexi up and over his shoulders and taking both his and her carry-on luggage in his hands.

“Yes! Let’s get a move on~ Don’t wanna miss our flight now, do we?” you smiled into his face as you pulled the handle for your luggage up, ready to wheel it all the way into first class.

“Daddy, when are we gonna see Grandma and Grandpa?” Lexi looked down at him, playing with his hair between her fingers – a sight that always left you weak and speechless.

“As soon as we get off the plane! Grandma and Grandpa will be at the airport waiting for us~ They’re gonna take us to our new house as well, how awesome is that, princess?!” Jackson titled his head up, making kissing noises from his lips as Lexi planted a big, sloppy kiss on his forehead. “Come on, let’s make tracks – are you okay with wheeling that and carrying Kal, sweetheart?” Jackson asked you as you all began heading towards the departure lounge – a sweet sight to behold to anyone passing by.

“I can manage, thank you Jacks~ Let’s go!” you smiled his favourite smile at him, not a care in the world entering your head as all four of you began walking towards the plane that would lead you all to your new, happy life together.

Jaebum stood alone at the other end of the airport, safely hidden from view behind a pillar – a mask on his face with the hood of his leather jacket over his head as he watched you and Jackson walking away. He had already said his goodbyes to you all a few nights ago during a ‘farewell party’ that GOT7 had organised, but he had wanted to come unbeknownst to you both to say one final, silent goodbye. He was overcome with bittersweet emotions, as a single tear escaped him and trickled down underneath his mask. On one hand, he felt happy that you were happy – and that Jackson was happy too. He couldn’t think of any other two people more suited to each other than you both were. But on the other hand, as he watched Jackson with his daughter on his shoulders, and seeing you with his son strapped around you, the same thought occurred in his mind; “If I hadn’t of been so stupid…that could have been me, instead”

In all the years since you both decided to call it quits, Jaebum had never truly gotten over you. Instead, he put on a brave face for the sake of his group and buried himself in his work. Sure, he tried dating again. But nothing ever came of any of the relationships; because they weren’t you. Jaebum was now more of a producer and songwriter than a singer, although he still did bring out his own songs that did extremely well. He didn’t have a girlfriend, or a wife, or a family to call his own. Instead, he sat in his studio night after night – drinking a little too much now and again to ease his pain. He wasn’t an alcoholic, but the nights he drank too much were the nights he wrote the best songs; and that, he couldn’t complain about either. He had also managed to come out with his own streetwear brand – ‘DefSoul’ – the name he produced under, which was a massive hit for his fans and GOT7 fans alike.

“I think it’s time we left…you ready to go?” Jaebum heard a voice from behind him. He quickly pat his mask with his hand to soak up his secret tear, watching you and Jackson turn the corner into the departure lounge before he turned around to see Jinyoung – standing with two coffee’s from the airport’s Starbucks.

“Are you okay?” Jinyoung asked, genuine concern in his voice.

“…I will be. Let’s leave~” Jaebum let out a massive breath, pulling down his mask and giving Jinyoung a faint smile. “Did you remember to put sugar in mine this time?” he asked, before both of them gave each other wry chuckles in response.

“Yes I did! Come on you, let’s head back~” Jinyoung began leading Jaebum through the automatic doors in the direction of the car park. At first, Jinyoung was against the idea of bringing Jaebum to the airport to say one last goodbye, but he knew that he couldn’t deny Jaebum one last chance to see you – even if all of this was brought upon Jaebum by himself.

“You wait here with the coffee, I’ll go pay for the ticket and get the car” Jinyoung handed Jaebum both of the plastic coffee cups before turning on his heel to find the parking ticket machine. Jaebum stood alone, looking up at the sky – trying to calm his thoughts and disperse his sadness. He knew that there was nothing more he could do. Even now, ten years on, he wished with all his heart that he could turn back time and never make the biggest mistake of his life.

Jaebum turned around, peering in through the glass windows of the airport as if he hoped to see you still standing there. He stood completely motionless with the two cups of coffee in his hands…wondering if there was anything left he could do to try and get his happy ending that he knew he didn’t deserve.

Travelling in first class was something that you could ever get used to, but you couldn’t deny that it was much more luxurious and comfortable than economy class could ever hope to be. Especially now, since Jackson had specifically chosen this airline for family-friendly first class; meaning that you could all sit together – you in your wide, ergonomic seat with Kalvon in his plane cot, facing Jackson and Lexi opposite you both. “Thank god Kalvon’s still asleep…” you thought as you sat back in your chair, watching Jackson strap Lexi in to her seat while listening to their mindless toddler chatter together.

“You okay baby? You look a bit peaky…want me to get you some water?” Jackson caught your attention as he leaned forwards, his eyes observing your washed out features.

“Yeah I’ll be okay~ Just a little tired, that’s all” you gave him a faint smile in turn.

“When Kal wakes up, don’t worry about feeding him – I’ll do it for you, okay sweetheart? You just get some rest and I’ll wake you up when we land” he spoke gently to you, knowing that being a full-time mother to two children was no easy task; but he admired and adored you with all his heart for being such an amazing mother. You always knew that Jackson would be an incredible father. Not only that, he had been your husband for over four years now, and you couldn’t have asked for anyone more amazing than he was. You gave him another warm smile as you closed your eyes and relaxed your body deep within the seat, listening to the gentle buzz of first class as the other passengers proceeded to locate their seats and settle down.

“Hello…Jackson? I’m so sorry, I hope I’m not interrupting but…I don’t think I’ll ever get another chance to say this…” you heard a soft, yet excited voice address Jackson – causing you to open your eyes to see a teenage girl standing near his seat with a pen and paper in her hand.

“I’ve always been a huge fan of GOT7, and I was just wondering if I could have your autograph? It’s okay if you say no! But, it would really be a dream come true for me…” she smiled to Jackson as he smiled back at her and nodded his head.

“Don’t worry! I’d love to sign for you” he replied earnestly, taking the pen from her hand and writing his name on the page. You smiled, always loving how even now – Jackson genuinely appreciated the love and support of GOT7s fans with all his heart. “You really are one of a kind, Jackson Wang.” You thought, before noticing the girl looking directly at you and smiling into your face.

“Hello (Y/N)! Thank you for making Jackson so happy~ You guys are like, my true OTP!” she giggled, causing you to laugh in turn as you thanked her – but as you did…your eyes seemed to fall to the words on her sweatshirt.

“DefSoul…” you said to yourself as you read the logo.

You felt like time seemed to slow down. The buzz of the people in the cabin seemed to become muffled as thoughts of the past flooded you – as if your life was passing right before your very eyes. “Was that logo a trigger for this?” you knitted your eyebrows together, feeling an insidious migraine entering your frontal lobes as you closed your eyes from the blinding pain.

It was almost like watching an old movie scene in your head as your thoughts consumed you. You were watching yourself walk into your apartment, but in the living room – the girl with the DefSoul sweatshirt was standing there, completely motionless. You didn’t attempt to talk to her; you didn’t try to catch her attention either. You just continued walking past her, down the hallway and into your bedroom. That was when you felt your headache develop ten-fold, causing you to contort your face in pain as you hand found its way on your forehead.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N) baby are you okay? What’s wrong?” you heard Jackson speak up, feeling his presence beside you as he kneeled down next to your seat on the plane.

“Mmm – headache…really bad…” you mumbled, still seeing the scene of you in your old apartment as clear as day.

“Did you take any pain-relief with you? I can ask one of the cabin crew to get us some if you didn’t?” Jackson sounded more than concerned as he placed his hands on your knees.

“…no, there’s pain pills in the bathroom cabinet” your voice was weak and frail as you hazily thought back to where you and Jaebum always kept your medicine.

“Baby we’re not in your apartment…did you put them in your bag?” Jackson was now in full protection mode, knowing from the pain sweeping across your face that something was terribly, terribly wrong.

You attempted to answer him, but all you could do was concentrate on what your mind was trying to show you. You could clearly see that you were in your bedroom – the DefSoul sweatshirt now draped over a hanger attached to your wardrobe. You looked around, seeing that you were sitting down on the white sheets of your bed, feeling the soft material underneath your fingertips – but you knew this was all in your head. “What’s going on with me? What’s happening?!” you wanted to scream, but no sound would leave your lips.

The next thing you knew, you began shaking as a cold sweat spread across your entire body.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N) – oh god” you could hear Jackson shouting – but his voice was becoming muffled with each second that passed. You could also hear Lexi, screaming and crying at the sight of her mother slipping in and out of consciousness. You felt Jacksons hands on you as he began gripping your shoulders, shaking you in an attempt to get you to open your eyes and look at him; but you could also feel such a heavy pressure beneath your skull that made you feel like your eyes were about to pop out of your head.

“Please! Someone call a doctor – my wife is…” his voice became almost inaudible to you as it withered away.

“(Y/N) please – wake up, wake up baby! (Y/N)! Can you hear me?!” was all you could hear Jackson screaming, before you truly lost any form of consciousness; and everything turned dark.

***

Confusion. Hurt. Guilt. Emptiness.

Those were the four emotions that coursed through Jaebum’s veins as he slowly began to open his eyes. The first thing he was met by, was a pale-coloured ceiling above his head – along with being drenched in his own sweat as he ran his hands down his chest to find a river of it gathering in his toned concave.

“What?” he mumbled to himself, trying to focus his eyes on his surroundings while pushing his perspiring hair off his forehead. Jaebum looked around him – completely confused and bewildered, not having the foggiest idea of where he was due to the room being engulfed in a dim haze. He slowly sat up – realising that he was on top of a bed, before letting his eyes become adjusted to the lack of light around him.

“…(Y/N)’s room?” he furrowed his brows – before muscle memory took over his body and allowed him to reach to the side of the bed to fumble about for the light-switch that he knew was there. He flicked it on, almost blinding himself in the process as your room lit up before him.

“Why am I here? How did I get here?” he questioned himself as he threw the covers off him, noticing that he was dressed only in a pair of boxer-briefs. Jaebum sat on the side of the bed that he knew belonged to you, before letting his eyes pan around the room – scrutinizing every single object present. As he did, not only did he observe all of your usual things like your clothes, shoes, makeup and jewellery; but his stuff was there too.

“…(Y/N)?” he called out softly as he stood up, listening with all his might for any sign of life while burning his stare into the door that led to the hallway. “Nothing…” he blinked several times, looking down to the ground and across to the bed-side table to see his phone sitting on top of it. Immediately, he reached for it – pressing his thumb to the finger-print reading mechanism and unlocking his phone to see the date and time.

“27th April, 2016 – 19:29” Jaebum repeated in his head, becoming more and more confused. “Am I dreaming?” he questioned himself while bringing his hands to his face, smacking his cheeks a few times in the hopes that he would wake up from all of the confusion. “Are you dreaming right now, Im Jaebum?” he said out loud – pressing his fingers to his temples and forcefully squeezing them. It was then, Jaebum heard someone padding down the hallway towards the room – and before he could even attempt to react or move, the door opened slowly; revealing you on the other side.

“Oh – sleeping beauty is finally awake!” you spoke in a playful, sarcastic tone as you entered the room.

“I just took a shower and I was about to wake you. Are we still going out tonight?” you walked right past him in nothing but his over-sized sweatshirt and a pair of gym shorts, like you always wore when you were lounging around at home. As you opened your wardrobe to rummage around for something nice to wear for the evening, all you could hear from behind you was uncomfortable silence – causing you to turn around; completely befuddled by his lack of response.

“Jaebum…did you hear me?” you tilted your head while he stared back at you, entirely spaced out.

“…I…what? (Y/N) – I don’t…” Jaebum trailed off as he kept staring at you with wide eyes. “Is she here? Is she really here?” his mouth opened and closed, staring at you like he just saw a ghost.

“Jaebum, are you okay baby?” you asked slowly, taking a step closer to him. But before you could open your mouth to ask what was wrong, Jaebum lunged forward with speed – grabbing you with both his hands and crashing you right into his chest

You were real – he could feel the warmth of your body on his, he could smell your shampoo off your freshly towel-dried hair, along with the perfume you always wore. You held your breath for what seemed like the longest time as you snaked your arms around his torso, returning his embrace as his hug seemed to get tighter and tighter. It was almost as if he were afraid you would disappear in the blink of an eye. And as you leaned your head back to get a good look at his face, all you could see was nothing less than deadly destruction, mixed with an earnest sense of relief.

“(Y/N) – is this a dream? Am I really here right now?” he muttered in your ear. You could hear the desperation and fear laced in his tone – causing you to reach up and place your hand reassuringly on the back of his head.

“Yes baby, you’re here with me. No, it’s not a dream…you’re awake Jaebum” you replied soothingly, wondering what on earth happened to him that caused him to be so terrified in that moment.

“Did we have a fight? Did we break up? Were you in a coma? Was it all a dream?” he took your face in his hands as he fired question after question at you. He frantically searched your eyes for any truth ringing through to his words – but all he could see was a comical look of bewilderment on your face.

“What the hell? Jaebum…no” you chuckled, finally getting a grasp on the situation your boyfriend currently found himself in. “We haven’t had a fight today – not yet anyway~ The night is still young!” you jested, pausing to smile at him. “No, we didn’t break up…and no, I haven’t been in a coma– not to my knowledge at least~” you placed your hands on top of his.

“Baby, did you have a dream? Is that why you’re all worked up?” you pulled his hands from your face and intertwined your fingers with his, before leading him over to the side of your bed and sitting down, facing each other.

“I…yeah…I think so…” Jaebum replied, still in a state of shock and looking like he just came back from another planet. “I’m so confused (Y/N) – I can’t even remember what happened before I went to sleep, I just don’t know what –“

“Shhh, calm down, it’s okay now – I’m here, alright?” you cut him off, seeing him getting more and more distressed by the second. You had never seen him in such a state – but you knew the reason why he was so worked up; and it wasn’t because of his dream, either.

“You texted me around 5 hours ago to tell me that you were leaving practice early because your back was painful – and you had a migraine…remember?” you spoke calmly, running your hand along his arm in comforting, circling motions that always made him feel more at peace. Jaebum nodded slowly, his foggy memories of texting you in complete agony while taking a cab back to your apartment earlier on that day, coming back to him.

“And I told you that I put your painkillers in the bathroom cabinet, and to take a nap…and that I’d wake you up when I got home. Any of this ringing a bell?” you smiled at him, your words eliciting a tiny, child-like grin on his lips. Jaebum nodded again, quickly this time – recalling how excruciating the pain in his back was after landing a flip wrong in the practice room. He reached around, placing his hand to the small of his back – but the pain had greatly subsided since he lay down to sleep.

“Did you take the painkillers? How’s your back now?”

“Yeah – I took two of them because my head was killing me too” he flashed you a sorry look. “I know…they’re super strong and I should have only taken one, but I wanted to just pass out and get rid of the pain” he sighed, before you landed a sharp smack in the middle of his chest.

“Jaebum! No wonder you’re all spaced out and talking about dreams! You’re lucky you didn’t put yourself in a coma – oh my god, I knew I should have come home with you. Those painkillers are too strong to take two, you’re only prescribed to take one when your back gets sore…what am I gonna do with you?” you shook your head – half in disappointment, half in shock. It wasn’t often that Jaebum’s back got so bad that he had to use the medication, but when it did – even when he took one, it meant that he was out cold for several hours and he’d wake up all confused; not knowing what day it is or what planet he was on either.

“I know you put on a brave face for everyone, but you need to rest too! You work too hard and it puts so much strain and stress on your body…and then this happens. I get so worried about you…” you said in a quiet voice, averting your eyes around the room. Jaebum knew that you were constantly sick with worry about how much he put himself through, and he knew that it did take a toll on him from time to time. But the best medicine was you; your presence, your words and the love you gave him unconditionally.

“I…I had the worst dream I’ve ever had” he mumbled, lowering his eyes to your crossed legs in front of him as his mind raced through the scenes of his dream.

“Do you wanna tell me about it? Maybe talking about it would help~” you lifted his hand to your lips, dotting several dainty kisses on his knuckles that made him smile for, what felt to Jaebum, like the first time in six months. He took a deep breath, exhaling from the bottom of his lungs.

“It was weird. I dreamt that I was seeing everything from your point of view – it’s like, I was you, and I could see myself and everything in the dream as if you were seeing it, does that even make sense?” his throat produced a dry chuckle, as you nodded in turn before telling him to continue. “In the dream, I was cheating on you…and you found out”

“…okay…continue?”

“And you followed me to some run-down bar to, like – catch me in the act with another girl, I guess? But as you were leaving, you were so upset that you just ran out into the road and you got hit by a car. You didn’t die – but you were in a coma. In the dream…you were in a coma for six months.”

You sat staring at Jaebum, feeling conflicted about the content of his dream – but also feeling genuinely sorry for him. “Having a dream with a time-span of six months? Shit” you finally understood his dire confusion upon waking up.

“You woke up after the six months, but you lost all your memories of me. You remembered the rest of the boys, but you had a type of amnesia that takes away painful memories. To cut a long story short…I eventually told you that I cheated on you, and that caused you to fully regain all your memories” he swallowed hard, intentionally leaving out the parts about Jackson, for they were too painful and raw to even think about, let alone talk about.

“And? What happened after?”

“Well, you punched me. And then when you got out of the hospital, you and I talked everything through. You said you didn’t know if you could forgive me or take me back…but you would be willing to try because you loved me. But, you said you couldn’t make any promises” his voice dipped at the end, almost feeling tears coming to his eyes as he relived how he felt during those moments.

You let out a heavy sigh, dropping your shoulders in the process before taking both his hands in yours. “First off – if you ever cheated on me, it wouldn’t be me who’d be in a coma. It would be you – cos I would beat the crap out of you” you laughed, trying to crack silly jokes in an attempt to lighten the mood. “Second, you’re damn right I would punch you! But – is that how it ended? I said I would try to give it another shot?” you asked, seeing him nod in turn.

“That’s when I woke up. We were in your living room and I was down on my knees, begging you to take me back” he shook his head slowly, running his tongue along his bottom lip pensively.

“You know that I’d never cheat on you, right? I know we don’t say it every single day to each other – but you know that you’re the only one I want to be with, don’t you? I love you, (Y/N). I really do. I love you so much…and you’re all I’ll ever want.” his words almost caught themselves in his throat as he pulled you into his lap, cradling you as both your arms found their way around each other.

“I know you wouldn’t. That’s why you’re the only person I’ve ever fully trusted. I know we don’t say it every single day, but we show it to each other every single day. That’s just who we are – and I wouldn’t change a thing about that” you whispered in his ear, “I love you too, Jaebum.”

It seemed like hours, being in each other’s embrace. You listened carefully to Jaebum rambling on about how real the dream seemed, how guilty and awful he felt – even the feelings he experienced about wanting to die. But it just made you hold on to him that little bit tighter. Jaebum was the type of guy who never showed his emotions easily, especially to people he wasn’t close with. But, he always let his walls come crashing down when it came to you. You knew the true Jaebum, all of his virtues and vices – his fears, his dreams, his loves and hates; and he knew yours too. As far as you both were concerned, the two of you had your own perfect relationship.

“I just don’t understand why I had the dream to begin with though. I could see into it if I was dreaming about you cheating on me, that’s a common dream for couples to have sometimes, right?” Jaebum had calmed down a little now – placing his logical, rational thinking hat on and delving into the science behind his own mind.

“Baby – what you had wasn’t a dream. It was a nightmare” you looked him straight in his dark orbs. “Nightmares are our worst fears – they tell us what we’re scared of and they depict things that we would do anything and everything to avoid. Obviously, one of your fears is hurting me to the point where…it caused me to almost lose my life” you added. Jaebum nodded his head, not being able to agree with you more.

“You’re right” he whispered. “I know it’s cheesy, but…my biggest fear is losing you. Because without you, who am I?”

You blinked slowly at him, before deciding to steadily push him down further on to the bed – laying his back against the mattress while you nestled yourself in between his legs. Your lips ghosted over his for a few seconds, before Jaebum closed his eyes and eliminated the gap between you both. With every skip of your heartbeat that Jaebum managed to cause, your kiss with him deepened – making you feel drunk and light-headed. Even though he had been with you for two years, Jaebum was always amazed at how you never failed to take his breath away each time you kissed him. For each time, it felt like the first time all over again – and that’s how he knew that he was ridiculously in love with you.

“You’re my boyfriend – my partner. Im Jaebum. And I love you with all my heart. No more horrible nightmares, okay? I’m here to chase them all away, I won’t let them hurt you~” you cooed into his face, both of you smiling back at the other as his eyes complete disappeared into crescent moons.

“Yes – my itty-bitty girlfriend will protect me~ Thank you” he replied with a playful tone, but he was sincere nonetheless.

“We were meant to go out to see a movie…but – do you wanna just stay in and order food? I can’t really be arsed going out now~ Besides, we’re not even dressed and it’s almost 8pm” you giggled, looking over to the clock hanging on the far-side wall of your room. Jaebum wrapped his arms around you, letting his hands travel south to rest upon your bum-cheeks as he always did – managing to make you blush ever-so-gently.

“We can always go out another time, movies and takeaway on your sofa sounds like heaven right now. And I – wait, are you wearing anything underneath this?” Jaebum’s whole demeanour changed as he quickly felt no trace of a panty-line underneath your shorts – squeezing your cheeks and chuckling to himself upon hearing you yelp in turn.

“Oi! Movies and dinner first. You can have desert after~” you winked at him, loving the sight of him below you with his lip trapped between his teeth. “I’ll go get the menus – how about you pick a movie? We can watch anything you like” you gave his lips a final chaste kiss, before rolling off him and on to the floor.

“Sounds good~” Jaebum hummed back at you, watching you as you turned on your heel and made your way into the kitchen in search of the many take-away menus you both had collected over the years. Jaebum rolled on to his stomach, relieved to have woken up from the worst nightmare he had ever experienced. But, as he smiled – he couldn’t help but think back to how Jackson had been acting the dream, practically head over heels in love with you. Jaebum knew that you and Jackson shared a brother and sister type of love – and it never bothered him in the slightest because he knew that you loved him, and only him. “She’s friendly with all the boys – and they love her like a sister…don’t be so stupid Jaebum” he shook his head as he got up to pull on his sweatpants that were lying on the ground. But even at that – he couldn’t shake the dire feeling of worry residing in his gut caused by his dream. “It was just a dream Jaebum – it wasn’t real. That’s not who I am. That’s not who I’ll ever be.”

“Jackson – please! Wake up! Can you hear me?!”

Jackson awoke to the sound of Jinyoung shouting directly into his face and the feeling of being shook by his shoulders as he lay in bed. He opened his eyes, instantly landing them right on Jinyoung who was almost lying on top of him, desperately trying to wake him up.

“Jinyoung – I…what – I was – no –“

“Jackson, calm down and stop shouting - it’s 3 in the morning, you’re gonna wake everyone up!” Jinyoung cut Jackson off in the form of placing his hand over his friends mouth, his voice hoarse and panicked. “Are you okay? You were moaning and shouting so I ran from my room…I thought someone was murdering you!” Jinyoung could finally relax, knowing that an axe-wielding murderer wasn’t present in GOT7’s dorms.

With the help of Jinyoung, Jackson slowly sat up in his bed, looking around the room to observe Jaebum’s empty bed right across from him.

“Where’s JB?” he asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“He’s at (Y/N)’s – remember? He left practice early because of his back and they had a date tonight too, I think.” Jinyoung sat on the edge of Jackson’s bed, watching ten levels of stress habituate Jackson’s freshly awoken features. “What happened? Were you dreaming?”

Jackson blinked hard, moving his eyes around the room as he began to regain proper consciousness. “Yeah…it was…” he trailed off, not wanting to tell Jinyoung the nitty-gritty details of everything that happened. “It was like – in the future? I was in my thirties I think, and GOT7 weren’t GOT7 any more. We were all doing our own thing. And…well, I was on my way to Hong Kong to see my parents and for some reason – (Y/N) was on the same plane”

“(Y/N) was there?”

“Yeah ��� but…the last thing I remember before I woke up was…” he paused, looking into Jinyoung’s eyes, “She died in my dream, Jinyoung”

Jinyoung stared back in silence, before taking a large breath in and exhaling back out, “I’m sorry you had that dream…but it’s just a dream, okay? It’s not real – I’m sure (Y/N) is absolutely fine” he spoke with a heavy tiredness in his voice. “Look – it’s late. How about we talk about it in the morning? I need to get some sleep. Will you be okay?”

“Yeah don’t worry, I’ll be fine. Sorry for waking you.” Jackson replied flatly. Even though it was apparent that you dying was only in the realm of his dream, it still made him feel sick to his stomach nonetheless. But the even more confusing part – was the fact you were his wife. Not only that, you had two beautiful children together. As Jackson watched Jinyoung get up and go to walk out, he could still see their faces and his daughters voice so clearly in his mind.

“Don’t be sorry – it’s all good. I thought something had happened to you, that’s all. See you in a few hours” Jinyoung said sleepily as he continued walking. As he opened Jackson and Jaebum’s door to go back to his room, he accidentally knocked his foot into a huge pile of washing – causing Jaebum’s DefSoul sweatshirt to skid across the floor, catching Jackson’s attention immediately.

“Gah! I’ll fold it tomorrow, I’m too tired – night” Jinyoung muttered under his breath, before closing the door behind him and trudging back down the hallway into his own bedroom.

Jackson sat staring at the words ‘DefSoul’ – recalling how, in his dream, he had signed an autograph for a girl on the plane; right before he remembered how you always stole it to wear it in real life. “What the hell, Jackson….” he leaned his head against the headboard, looking up to the ceiling.He didn’t quite know why he pictured you in your apartment with the girl in the sweatshirt; but then again, nothing seemed to make much sense to him in that moment either.

“Jaebum wouldn’t be too happy if I told him that I dreamt I married his girlfriend and had children with her…” he thought to himself, thinking back to his dream; how Jaebum watched you both walk off into the sunset to China with your little family.

“Did they break up in my dream? But how does that explain how we got married?” he wrecked his brains, before landing back at the damning thought of you dying right in front of him – and there wasn’t a single thing he could have done to save you. Jackson reached under his pillow, pulling his phone out to find his thumbs hovering over your contact. He knew it was 3am, but he desperately needed to talk to you; what he would end up saying to you, he didn’t know.

“Fuck it” Jackson cursed to himself, before pressing the dial button and putting the phone to his ear. After several rings, he was just about ready to end the call – when he suddenly heard the call pick up; making his heartbeat pound faster in turn.

“(Y/N)? I’m sorry if I woke you, but –“

“Jackson?” came a deep, sleepy voice from the other side of the phone – however, it wasn’t your voice.

“Hyung?” Jackson almost stuttered, knowing exactly who it was.

“Jackson, why are you calling so late? Is something wrong?” even though Jaebum had just been awoken from his second slumber of the night, he could tell straight away from Jackson’s tone that something was troubling him.

Jackson bit his lip nervously, choosing his words very carefully “Hyung I’m so sorry for calling and waking you…nothing’s wrong but…I had a really, really messed up dream about (Y/N) and I just wanted to call her and make sure she was okay” his words were half true. To Jackson’s complete and utter surprise, Jaebum let out a gentle chuckle in response.

“Seems like you and I both had crazy dreams about (Y/N) today” he kept his voice low in an attempt to not wake you up.

“What do you mean? You had a dream about her as well?” Jackson scrunched his eyebrows together.

Jaebum proceeded to give Jackson a run-down of his dream; while omitting the part about Jackson being in complete and utter love with you in the process. Jackson sat with his mouth hanging wide open on the other end of the line, not being able to believe how much of a coincidence their dreams were – almost like they fitted together to make one, complete story.

“Holy shit…” was all Jackson could say in response.

“I know, right?” Jaebum chuckled once more. “What was yours? Don’t tell me you dreamt about me cheating on her, too?” there was a hint of playful jest in his voice now – after having long calmed down from the distress of his dream in more ways than one; thanks to you.

“No…well – what happened was…um…” again, Jackson chose to withhold information and change his story slightly. Little did he know, Jaebum was doing exactly the same thing.

“All of us were on a plane with (Y/N) going to Hong Kong. Right before I woke up, (Y/N) started acting strange and she looked like she was in pain, so I tried to help her…but…it ended up that she died before the plane took off. And then I woke up to Jinyoung shaking me and trying to get me to calm down” he let out a genuine, quiet laugh as he thought about how funny Jinyoung looked all shook up in his pyjamas.

“She died…?” Jaebum’s eyes widened to their full capacity. “Jesus…what’s up with us having these nightmares?”

“I don’t know…” Jackson let out a disgruntled scoff, “But, (Y/N)…she’s okay, right? She’s alive and well?” he chuckled slightly.

Jaebum looked down to his right-hand side, seeing you curled up and fast asleep without a care in the world. “She’s sleeping beside me right now – she’s perfectly fine. I was sleeping too until I heard her phone vibrating. I thought it was mine until I went to answer it and saw it was you” Jaebum’s lips curled into a smile, completely fixated on your beautiful, sleeping form.

“Ahh sorry, I’ll let you get back to sleep then. I’m really sorry for calling like this, hyung” Jackson apologised over and over.

“No worries – she’s you’re friend so it’s only natural you’d worry about her after that dream you had. I’ll tell her you called when she wakes up, okay?”

“Yeah – thanks JB~ sleep well, see you tomorrow” Jackson replied politely, before hearing Jaebum hang up the phone – leaving him in complete silence in his empty room.

Jackson stared at his phone for the longest time, letting the events of his dream replay through his mind. One thing that he kept thinking back to was how he so vividly felt nothing but love – seeing the faces of his son and daughter. How his daughter had his eyes, your hair, his nose and your cheeks. How his son clung on to you in the baby-sling, and how you looked at him like he was the most important person in the world. Jackson knew he was full of love and affection, but he had never felt love like he did in his dream. It was different from the love he received from his family and friends – even in past relationships he had. He found himself thinking back to the very first time he ever met you – how shy and adorable you were; but he knew from very early on that you and Jaebum were completely made for each other. Jackson had never felt anything towards you other than pure plutonic, brotherly love…but his dream suddenly had him lost in a world of doubt.

“You can’t be serious, Wang. She’s your best friend’s girlfriend – she’s your best friend too. I don’t have feelings for her…do I?” he lay back down in his bed, rolling on to his side and knowing fine rightly that he wasn’t going to be able to get back to sleep.

Meanwhile, since hanging up the phone and placing it back on your bed-side table, Jaebum shimmied himself back down in the bed beside you. He had never once taken you for granted, but as he snuggled up close behind you, he felt like he had truly been given a second chance; even though, it was all only just a dream. Like Jackson, Jaebum knew that he probably wouldn’t be able to drift off to sleep again. Instead, he was content with his arms around you, feeling the rise and fall of your chest as you peacefully slept.

“I hope you’re having nice dreams (Y/N) – not nightmares like me” he smiled, before very gently planting a damp kiss on your neck. Jaebum would have been lying to himself if he wasn’t going to be extra aware of how Jackson acted around you for a little while, but he couldn’t help feeling over-protective of you. Especially since his dream seemed so real and vivid, with the way in which Jackson acted in a ruthless attempt to bring Jaebum to justice and take over his place.

“Jackson is my best friend. Even if I was a cheating asshole, he’d manage to talk sense into me first” Jaebum concluded as he continued happily watching you while you slept in his arms.

Jackson pulled out his phone once more, scrolling through the endless amount of pictures in his camera roll – before coming across a group photo of you all, including the other boys. He opened it, zooming in on your face beside his, with Jaebum on the other side of you; all of you smiling as if it were the happiest day of your lives. Just like Jaebum, Jackson was looking at you. Just like Jaebum, all Jackson could think about, was you.

“Who are you?” – the question you asked when you lost all your memories of Jaebum in his dream. The same question that Jaebum had told Jackson about when he was explaining what happened.

“I’m Im Jaebum. I’m her boyfriend. I’m the person who loves her most in this world” Jaebum closed his eyes, letting your sweet, natural smell fill his nostrils as he smiled from ear to ear.

Back at the dorms, Jackson rolled over to his other side; still looking at your face on his screen before letting out a massive, frustrated sigh. He felt confused due to his conflicting emotions. He felt hurt by the fact he felt so alone. He felt guilty for having such thoughts about his best friend’s girlfriend…and he felt empty, for it seemed like he was missing something he needed so desperately in his life.

“I’m Jackson Wang. And..I’m…I’m just her friend” he whispered.

{The End}

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AU Yeah August Day Four - Immortal

Rating: T Genre: General, Fluff Pairing(s): MariChat Summary: To stop the misfortune that plagues her town, Marinette goes to the deity that resides in the mountain temple. Warning: No beta! Cat’s Bride AU! Also, Plagg briefly mentioned, but it’s actually Chat/Adrien as named by the people in this AU.

The path through the forest seemed relatively clear through her veil, but she clutched the black roses closer to her chest all the same. Maybe this was a bad idea; if she was attacked by an animal, no one would know – well, Alya might, but that wouldn’t change much. It wasn’t like the town would come save her if she was in danger. They would wake up tomorrow, find her gone, and just throw a party; their animosity towards her had never been a secret.

They didn’t mind sacrificing their best bakers until they realized they failed to kill her.

Didn’t hesitate to immediately say their actions were her fault.

So she was partially doing this for selfish reasons – well, if removing herself from the town was being selfish, but it was helping them too. Get rid of the source of their misery and maybe meeting the deity by the mountain.

“… I didn’t even consider what to do if he wasn’t still there,” she mumbled, feeling her eyes sting. “But, I’ve already come this far. What’s there for me if I went back? Alya doesn’t have a chance to leave if she’s worrying about me.”

Maybe being attacked by an animal wouldn���t be the worst option.

Not that the thought stopped her from jumping at a nearby rustling. Slowly turning her head, her eyes grew when she saw the foliage move again, shaking harder and louder than moment’s ago. Whatever was there was about to step out, and she saw her life flashing before her… and death stepping out of the bushes suddenly sounded like a blessing for everyone again.

“Meow!”

“…. Huh?”

 The rustling had stopped and double taking, the black cat – a familiar black cat.

“Have you been following me, kitty?” she asked, kneeling down and outstretching a hand towards it. It approached with the barest sniff to her fingers, its whole body already vibrating as it purred and rubbed against her hand. Giggling, she sighed, “At least you always liked me… You wanna walk with me one more time? Maybe the deity will let you stay at the temple…”

Then he wouldn’t have to worry about going back and possibly getting kicked by one of the townspeople. Not that they were normally a danger to him, but whether that was him alone or her being nearby, she didn’t know. Either way, right now, he appeared to accept her offer with a chirr and turned, stalking ahead down the forest path. Marinette followed, pleased to have a friend, but sad that this might be the last time she saw the cat. He’d always come when Alya couldn’t, and now this would be goodbye to one more friend so she could keep the deity company.

Fortunately, there were no more surprises as they neared and the dark path gradually began to brighten with the trees thinning near the mountain, allowing more of the waxing moon’s light to reach the ground. The temple was – well – it could’ve been better. Though built into the mountain itself, there were statues worn by time and indiscernible anymore as to their original forms anymore. What could be seen – what parts were broken off – were covered by plant growth. As for the building, much of it suffered from erosion and rock slides, but the ‘door’ was still somehow clear despite everything.

Her feline companion continued on while she stood outside, looking above the doorway to try seeing the worn down carvings there. She could make just a little out barely; two figures and what might be her bouquet being exchanged between them.

A whoosh and blaze of crackling orange light snapped her attention away from the doorway and leaping back from the temple door. Inside, a torch had caught with more following with similar sudden pops. That unsure feeling was coming back as she gazed into the now alit inner sanctum and saw no one present – no one but her cat companion gazing back towards her in mid-stride with his gleaming green eyes. He walked on and she steeled her nerves to step inside herself.

“Kitty… We don’t know if you’re allowed to be in here…” she called in a hushed tone, her voice echoing despite her actions. Though she said that, it probably was okay – there were cats depicted on the walls, small and sitting before a bigger cat - no, a bipedal creature with a cat’s head and tail. Above and behind this beast’s back, dark mist seemed to swirl, but it did not show anywhere near cats or humans later shown on the wall.

Because there was the cat creature again with another wearing the customary garments and veil: the cat’s bride.

“Hm… I wonder why the bride never stayed,” Marinette said aloud, staring at the two. “If he had a permanent bride, maybe this wouldn’t be happening now.”

The flames around her flickered.

“The bride’s permanence has nothing to do with your town’s misfortune.”

Eyes bulging, Marinette spun around on her heels and would’ve fallen over were it not for the black claw that caught her. She managed to stifle her gasp and raised her head slowly, taking in the lithe form holding her, dark fur covering their torso, chest, neck, even their face with smatterings of golden yellow throughout. The feline face, those electric green eyes, her heart stuttered. It was the cat god no doubt, but she knew those eyes – he’d been with her the whole time.

“K-Kitty…”

“Marinette…” he answered, his voice bearing a purring rumble. His large triangle ears lowered. “It’s my fault. The day you were born was the anniversary of when I realized your town abandoned me. The misfortune I drew away and used to protect your people poured out of me in my mourning and began to plague they town. If our arrangement continued, I would’ve stopped it, but they started using you as a scapegoat… I was angered and intentionally began to curse them while watching after you. And yet, you came here… you’re offering yourself for them?”

His fault? But from the sound of it, the tradition was broken by her town; it wasn’t his fault for their action or thoughts. Still, he did escalate their ire, but he’d been trying to protect her?

“… I don’t know,” she sighed. “I was wondering that myself when I started walking tonight… am I here for the town? For myself? Both might be more accurate. They don’t have to deal with me anymore, but I don’t have to be around them anymore either… And you don’t have to blame yourself, Lord Plagg. What you did was just in response to them; and I can understand hating being alone.”

Steady on her feet, standing chest to chest – er, more accurately, her head to his chest level – she gazed up at the cat god. His green eyes were wide and pupils expanded, shrinking back when he processed her words. The claw that held her before came up to hold her hands still clutching the black rose bouquet.

“… Call me Chat. I always liked it when you did,” he replied with a smile, but then brought his muzzle closer to her forehead. “No matter what you think your reason is, you’ve always had a kind heart, Marinette; far kinder than both the town and I deserve. Do you really… not mind being mine forever?”

“I don’t mind. Neither of us has to be lonely anymore this way,” she whispered, heartbeat racing. She remained still, waiting to see what he would do. It took a moment for him to act, and his other claw came up to draw back her veil over her head, pressing it against her back as he held her closer.

“Sounds purrfect, my Bride…”

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#5

Wilbur gives me so much genvy it kinda hurts

3 notes • Posted 2021-12-14 00:00:31 GMT

#4

Doctor: Hey, your cholesterol is kinda high, maybe try adjusting your diet to help.

Me: Okay, sounds reasonable. I will do my best.

Me: *decides to log what I eat in a day normally to get a baseline of where i can improve*

Me: *realizes I barely consumed 1,500 calories today*

Me: *realizes I've been eating like this for nearly the past month*

Me: *repressed memories of skipping meals and starving myself and intense calorie counting start popping up*

*Look Who's Inside Again plays in the background*

Me: ʞɔnɟ

3 notes • Posted 2021-07-31 05:28:59 GMT

#3

I fucking love doubting everything about myself and then having to pick up the pieces again and remind myself that i most likely have mental illness that literally causes this to happen

4 notes • Posted 2021-01-10 07:55:33 GMT

#2

I struggle to sleep most nights.  

Over the years, I’ve picked up a few awful habits to help me sleep through the night.  To keep myself from crying myself awake as old memories I can’t even remember resurface in my sleeping moments.  Some are better, some worse, but none the less I never wake up feeling like I’ve slept.

Most nights I try to stay up ridiculously late and wake up stupidly early.  Getting condensed sleep has seemed to teach my mind that I need to take advantage of whatever sleep I can get.  I’m usually feeling the best on these nights.  I can stay up enjoying the things that I like while I wait for utter exhaustion to take hold and I can stumble up to bed and pass out until my alarm goes off in harmony with the birds outside my window.

Some nights I am too tired to keep myself awake too late, so I lie in bed and stare at the shadows on my ceiling.  Instead of plaguing my sleep my trauma decides to haunt my waking hours.  These are the worst nights as there are times I cannot tell the difference between flashbacks and nightmares as I drift between one and the other seamlessly.

On the occasional night, I find I cannot do either.  I am too tired to do things, too awake to let my past seep into the present.  These nights I stay up writing music, sipping tea, composing poetry.  On these nights there is a sobering sadness that is like a thin fog: not debilitating by any measure, but always there if you can read between the lines.

Tonight is one of those nights and this wave of melancholy is cold as winter as I pen down snippets of lives I will never live, conversations I will never have, and sights I will never see.  The tea helps with the chill in my soul, and the music in my ears is a comfort that nothing else can give.

I struggle to sleep most nights, but on nights like these, I don’t really mind.

5 notes • Posted 2021-07-13 04:49:55 GMT

#1

Watching She-Ra is just experiencing gay panic 24/7

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Doubt- Eisuke

It must be a dream. Dating the great Eisuke Ichinomiya? It felt surreal. Elli never would have imagined a few months ago that she would be in a relationship with him now. Although she couldn’t help but feel unworthy of being his girlfriend; especially after she told him that… Elli has yet to be intimate with Eisuke. She told him she wasn’t ready yet but in truth Elli is afraid of her own body. Elli is very self conscious of her body and feels she needs to lose some weight before going any further with Eisuke. After being picked on and called fat growing up it is no surprise she feels that way now. What Elli lacked is confidence in herself.

One day, Elli was cleaning one of the rooms in the hotel when she was approached by two of her co-workers. They gave off an unfriendly vibe making Elli tense up. Ever since they knew she was dating Eisuke they had been giving her sour looks and barely spoke a word to her.

���Do you need something?” Elli stopped what she was doing and turned to them.

One of the women scoffed, their expression turning smug. “I don’t know what Eisuke sees in you. You must have blackmailed him to make him date a hippo like yourself.” The woman said with a smile full of spite towards Elli.

The woman next to her smiled equally so and praised her friend for what she said. Both looked so pretentious, Elli thought.

“Is that all you have to say? I don’t have time for this…” Elli waved them both off and tried to get back to work.

“Hey. Don’t ignore me!” The woman marched up to Elli and shoved her making Elli almost fall over. Elli stumbled backwards but got her footing in time. She looked at the woman with displeasure.

Elli narrowed her eyes, “Please, leave me alone. I don’t want to fight.” She begged them.

But the women weren’t listening. They both had cornered her. “Eisuke deserves someone better. There is no way he could ever be happy with you. If you really love him then let him go.” The woman said and then her eyes grew dark as she spoke in a near whisper, “Your fat, ugly ass never deserved him in the first place.” She said and then stood up straight with a pleased smile.

Elli was overwhelmed with emotions. Their words stung. She felt tears welling up in her eyes as she stood frozen and speechless.

The women pleased by Elli’s reaction decide now they could leave. They left the room leaving Elli all alone with her thoughts and worries.

Too emotional to continue work Elli falls to the floor in a heap. Tears flowed freely down her face. “I…shouldn’t be crying but I can’t help it…” she sobbed. “I may not be beautiful like them but why does that mean I can’t make him happy…? I don’t know… Maybe they are right.“ Elli’s thoughts began to run wild. Her doubts only grew. Elli couldn’t get their words out of her head.

Elli spent some time crying her heart out before she had no tears left. Eventually she continued her work- only after applying some makeup to hide her swollen eyes.

Later that day Elli was walking down one of the hallways when a well dressed man walked by with a young girl. The little girl was standing rather close to the man and seemed to be unhappy. At first glance it looked like a father and child and he had just scolded her but as Elli looked harder she knew something was off.

Elli decided to follow the pair and see where they were going; she was sure to keep her distance so she wouldn’t be spotted.

(He is being rather shady. And the girl isn’t making a sound. Odd.)

Then Elli caught sight of something that made her gasp. “A knife?!” Elli spotted the knife being held behind the child’s back. The man was being very careful to hide it. That explained the child’s silence.

(That man is trying to kidnap her!)

Elli knew she had to act fast. The man was armed though so she had to be careful. He just turned a corner, Elli peeked around and saw him look around cautiously before dragging her into a room.

(What?!)

That definitely wasn’t good. That girl needed help now. Elli was about to head to the room when the two maids from earlier appeared behind her.

“You two. Call security now. A girl has been kidnapped by a man armed with a knife. He has trapped her in one of the bedrooms.” Elli said in a very stern voice before the two could say anything.

Both looked surprised and then grew scared. “A k-knife?!” One of them said, going white in the face.

“Don’t just stand there go now.” Elli said and started to head towards the room the girl was being held, “I am going to try hold off the kidnapper in the meantime.”

Both women were speechless, shaking in fear. They quickly scurried off like headless chickens, hopefully to call security. Elli rolled her eyes at the pair and how hopeless they really are.

Elli quietly snuck in the room. She quickly hid behind a piece of furniture after spotting the man throwing the girl on the bed. Thankfully he was too preoccupied and didn’t notice Elli.

(Disgusting! How could he attack an innocent child?!) Elli was boiling with anger.

There wasn’t much time. Elli had to act fast. But how to fight someone with a knife?

(I only have this feather duster.) Elli looked at the duster in her hands, sighing quietly.

(I don’t have much of a choice. It’s now or never and I need to save that little girl.)

The man was just about to try touch the girl when Elli jumped from her hiding place and shouted, “Don’t you dare lay a hand on her!”

The man quickly pulled away from the girl with surprise. Upon seeing Elli he grew angry and pulled out his knife. “Sorry, I don’t have time to play around. I’ll make you regret disturbing me.” His voice was ice cold making a chill run down Elli’s spine.

“I’m not afraid of you!” Elli shouted, doing her best to show no fear. She pulled out her feather duster and pointed it at the man, “I have my trusty feather duster with me and together we will take you down!” She declared, smiling confidently at the man. Though her whole body was shaking and her heart was beating so fast she may have heart failure.

The man started to laugh like she was crazy and then charged towards her with his knife. Elli had no time to be scared now, she quickly dodged his knife and did so over and over. Elli had no idea how she was managing it but the man was getting frustrated. He stopped and started to yell at Elli but she took this as her opportunity and shoved her feather duster in his face.

The feathers tickled the man’s nose and now he looked ready to sneeze. Elli took this chance with him off guard to kick him between the legs followed by an elbow to the stomach. As he crouched down due to the pain she just inflicted Elli grabbed a nearby vase and smashed him over the head. The man fell to the ground with a thud and dropped his knife. Elli quickly grabbed the knife and checked the man.

“Huh. He’s knocked out cold.” Elli was in shock she even managed such a feat. She stood up with a pleased smile and waved her feather duster, “A maid and her feather duster is a force to be reckoned with.” But moments later she sighed with relief as all her pent up fear came bursting forth. “That is not something I want to do again.”

Realizing she was now safe the little girl started to cry. Elli quickly rushed to her side and cradled her in her arms until security arrived. Unfortunately though, the two maids were credited for saving the girl. They faked the story and said they had already knocked the man out before getting security and Elli was just comforting the girl when they arrived. They even said the girl was delusional from fear and mistook Elli for them when they saved her. Elli didn’t care though, she was just glad the little girl was safe and the girls thanks was more than enough.

After such a tiring day Elli couldn’t wait to return to her room. But now that she was all alone her thoughts from earlier started to plague her mind.

(What does Eisuke see in me? I wonder…) Her thoughts gradually became more and more negative and she felt like she was on the verge of tears again.

“Do I really deserve him? Maybe he doesn’t really love me and I am just some plaything… People love to mess around with me so It wouldn’t surprise me.” Elli sighed. She walked to her mirror and looked at her reflection, “I will never be beautiful. I will always be a chubby and ugly human being.” Her shoulders slumped as she hung her head.

*knock knock*

“Huh?” Elli wondered who might be coming to see her now. She went to open the door. Eisuke was standing there. “Eisuke?” She wasn’t expecting to see him.

“I came to check on you. Are you okay?” Eisuke seemed worried. Was this genuine concern? “Hmm.” Eisuke was looking at her cheek. “What’s this?” He gently touched her left cheek.

“Oh.” Elli quickly turned away to hide her face, “I…I got injured.” The man from earlier had managed to graze her cheek in their scuffle.

“That was very reckless of you.” Eisuke’s deep voice surprised Elli making her look at him. “You could have gotten killed.”

“Did someone tell you what happened?” Elli asked timidly. She hadn’t told anyone what happened so she wondered how he knew.

“There is no chance those foolish maids put their lives at risk to stop that man. And there was only one other person who could have done so.” Eisuke said, he seemed very worked up.

“I see…” Elli was amazed how quickly he put the pieces together. The next moment she was being held in his arms. “Eisuke…?” Elli was surprised.

“Do you realize how scared I was when I heard what happened? If I lost you…” Eisuke was being unusually open, Elli had no idea how to react. “However…” Eisuke leaned back and smiled, “You were very brave. That’s my girl. Always putting others ahead of yourself. You have a big heart.”

“Eisuke…” Elli was speechless. She could feel mixed emotions well inside of her. Then the words from earlier popped in her head. “…” Elli grew sad and looked at her feet.

“Elli?” Eisuke wondered why she looked ready to cry.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry for not being beautiful and that I can’t make you happy. I’m sorry for being fat and ugly and not having any redeeming qualities. I understand if you don’t really love me and want to break up. You deserve better than me, anyway.” Elli went off like a bullet, Eisuke could hardly keep up with her.

“Elli. Slow down.” Eisuke said but Elli kept going, continuing to talk herself down. Eisuke grew mad, “Stop talking!” He shouted and Elli immediately shut up and looked at Eisuke to see him very angry. “Did you just ignore everything I just said? Why would you even say such horrible things?” Eisuke was furious, his body was practically shaking, “Your words are nothing but lies. All of them are lies.”

“What?”

“Don’t really love you? You are the first girl I have ever really loved. This is the honest truth. I could never love another after meeting you.” Eisuke said.

Elli felt her breath get stuck in her throat. This was the first time he was ever so openly honest with his feelings. He continued on…

“Ugly? Fat? Don’t be ridiculous. You are fine just as you are. So what if you don’t have the body like a model. You don’t need to look like anyone else but yourself. Stop trying to be who you aren’t and start being happy with who you are. Only you can be yourself. And I will always love you no matter how you look.” Eisuke said and stopped to breath.

“Eisuke… I didn’t know you felt this way…”

“I may not be very open with my feelings but that is just how I am. And as for having no redeeming qualities, you have plenty. Just take today for example. You risked your life to save that girl. That took bravery and a selfless spirit. It may have been reckless but I am thankful for what you did.” Eisuke said. He brought his face closer and kissed her forehead. “Just don’t risk your life like that again. I don’t know what I would do if I lost you… I only wish for your safety.”

“Eisuke… I’m sorry. I’ve been a terrible girlfriend.” Elli was so touched by his kindness she couldn’t stop the tears.

Eisuke looked at her and looked ready to give her another talking to if needed, “Do I need to repeat myself?”

Elli shook her head, “It’s not that. I’ve been so conscious about my body… That’s why I wouldn’t let you be intimate with me.” Elli finally said her true feelings.

Eisuke looked surprised to hear that but then he smiled his usual smile, “So that’s why. Well you have nothing to worry about.”

“I know that now but…”

“You still want a little more time?”

“Yes. I’ll be ready soon.” Elli’s smile was bittersweet.

“I shall give you that time but I will only wait so much longer. So be ready soon.” He teased and Elli just kept silent while shying away a little.

(I don’t think he was joking. He must really be getting impatient.)

“By the way, you won’t have to worry about those maids any longer.”

“Huh? Why?”

“I fired them.”

“What?”

“Baba happened to overhear your little conversation. I won’t stand anyone disrespecting you like that, so I showed them the door.” Eisuke said.

Elli was surprised by this news. And relieved. Now she would have to worry about them anymore. She got her worries out and has grown closer to Eisuke as a result. Things are finally looking up.

“Now then…” Eisuke was now looking at Elli provocatively. “I will have to keep you company tonight so your thoughts don’t start to wander again.” He said, starting to inch closer to her and Elli started to back away.

“W-Wait. I thought you said you would give me more time?” Elli said, her voice a little shaky.

Eisuke backed her up all the way to her bed where he then pushed her down.

“Eisuke!” Elli cried out, worried.

Eisuke started to chuckle surprising Elli. “Haha. I was only going to cuddle you all night long.” He said and then smirked mischievously as he laid down besides her and wrapped his arms around her, “Or were you hoping for something…more?” His hot breath tickled her ear.

“N-No…” Elli was so nervous but he had no intention of letting go.

“Don’t worry. I won’t do anything. Just let me hold you like this tonight. But next time it won’t stop at simple cuddles. So prepare yourself.” He said and gently squeezed her.

“I will…” Elli smiled softly as she looked at him. “Eisuke… I-I love you… Thank you.”

Eisuke smirked, “You are lucky I have self control because the face you are making is very tempting…”

Elli jumped and clamped her mouth shut making Eisuke laugh. At first Elli was nervous being so close to Eisuke but it didn’t take long for her to settle down in his arms and truly feel safe within them. Elli knew now without a doubt she was loved and was perfect just the way she was.

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My Zombie Friend + Trust (Robbie the zombie x readers!)

You were wandering around the park, humming softly to yourself, everything was actually quite peaceful. You walked over to a bench you saw and sat down, looking around at the park, for some reason a chill ran up your spine suddenly. You tried shaking it off but jumped when you heard screams and groans, you looked over to see a woman running from... Oh my god... He looked so... dead, he looked like a zombie! you blinked, wondering if it was just someone in a costume. He groaned and continued to walk slowly along, glancing around, his eyes fixated onto you suddenly. Your eyes widened as you slowly stood from the bench, looking at the man "Sir, are you alright?" You asked, concern filling your tone, he simply stared at you with a dull expression, he tried to wave his arm but it fell off. Your mouth fell agape as you watched his arm fall off, this was no costume, it was a real life zombie! But, how was that even remotely possible?! He continued to stare at you, groaning loudly as he got a bit too close for comfort ". . .Fffff....Fooodd?" He poked at you, making you yelp and him jump back. You shook your head quickly "N-No no! I'm n-not food" You squeaked out, making him tilt his head slightly. "Noott...foodd?" You nodded "Not... food" you prayed he understood finally, you really didn't want your brain to be eaten by a zombie. He slowly blinked but nodded "Hunnggrryy...." He simply stated, pointing to his mouth. You stared at him for a few moments, not knowing really what to do at this point "Er... Oh, will you eat b-bread?" You pulled out some bread you had saved for the birds, shakily holding it out. Rob blinked, staring at the bread for a moment before reaching out the hand he had to take it, he poked and stared at it before slowly beginning to nom on it. You sighed in relief that he didn't decide to take your arm along with the bread, you walked over to where his arm laid and picked it up off the ground. You then looked back over and noticed he had finished the bread and was staring at you again, his stare unnerved you a bit but he didn't hurt you yet, you then walked back over and held his arm out "I think you... dropped... this" He nodded and took it, slowly popping it back into place then turning his gaze back to you. "Thaankksss... f-frrieenddd?" He tilted his head, this made you smile a little "Y-Yeah I guess... Friend." He smiled at your words, he seemed much more calmer now "Mee Robbb... Yoouuu?" You couldn't believe this, you were having a conversation with a zombie, an undead mindless creature who was usually supposed to eat human brains or flesh "(Y/N)" You smiled a little at the zombie, he seemed well... somewhat harmless. Rob stared at you for a few moments before raising his arm up again, he then realized it was probably a bad idea to try and wave again after what happened last time, he simply lowered his arm and slowly turned around, proceeding to wander off. You wondered if following him would be a good idea or not, you just watched him wander along for a few more moments before deciding to follow him, you jumped a little when your phone rang. You picked it up and saw it was Marvin calling, you pushed the button "Talk to me" You started, listening intently to what he was saying, however he started off speaking rather fast. "W-Woah woah woah, Marv, Marv. Calm down, now, what are you trying to say exactly?" You continued to follow Rob while talking to Marvin "(Y/N) where are you? Please tell me you stayed inside for the day, are you outside?" You blinked, confusion plaguing your mind "I'm leaving the park, and so far I've encountered an.... interesting guy, er... well.. whatever he is..." This made Marvin yell out "(Y/N)! YOU NEED TO STAY AWAY FROM HIM!" You winced and held the phone away from your ear, this even made Rob jump and turn around, staring intently at you. You smiled gently and gave him a friendly wave, this seemed to satisfy him as he smiled back and turned, continuing to walk. You then put the phone back up to your ear "Marvin relax..! He doesn't seem THAT dangerous, he hasn't tried to harm me, the most he did was eat the bread I had with me, he, er... is a zombie right?" Marvin's voice was laced with concern and worry "Yes!... That's precisely why you need to stay away...! He... He was..." He cut himself off with a pause before continuing "He was a spell gone wrong." He sighed, remaining silent now. "O-Oh..." You were honestly shocked by this, how and why would Marvin do it... Why would he try to bring someone back? You were completely stunned, your head snapped over when you heard someone yelling at the poor zombie, "WATCH IT YOU FREAK!" Rob looked upset now, he groaned loudly and tried to push past the angry person, of course they grabbed at his shoulder "Where do you think your going?" You mumbled "Marvin I'll call you back!" You quickly hung up and dashed over to the person and zombie "Aha, um hi, yes, hello, um I'm sorry about him walking into you" The person glared over at you and grabbed you by the shirt "Look, keep that disgusting smelly freak of yours on a leash" Rob growled suddenly, his eyes flashing red as he glared at the person holding you by the shirt "Puutt... frriennd... dowwn.... N o w..." The person sneered "And whaddya think your gonna do you disgusting freak?" ((Gonna give a bit of a warning here: Gory-ish descriptions of zombies eating faces, r.i.p but hey, do not fucking piss off the zombby)) They're grip tightened on your shirt which made you whine a little, however this definitely made Rob enraged. He charged at the person and bit into they're face, you squeaked as you fell to the ground, your eyes widening when you saw what had befell that person... They're face was now gone as they laid on the ground at Rob's feet, he looked towards you and groaned loudly as he walked over, leaning down and proceeding to wrap his arms around you. You yelped loudly, squirming a little, he just killed someone and there was blood all over him, the ground and now on you, you think you understood now why Marvin wanted you to stay away from him. "Frriennd hurrt?.." He sounded rather concerned, his eyes were no longer red but now back to they're normal black and white color, he seemed like he was only trying to defend you actually... Like a dog would defend its owner from a threat, still, you were now rather frightened by Rob which he seemed to notice finally, he slowly let go and stood up "...Frriennd... s-scaarredd of mee noww huuuh?..." His tone sounded sad in a way, he looked down "Robb justtt wannttedd tooo prootectt neeww frrieendd" You looked at him, biting your lip, you stood up and looked at Rob "...Rob... I understand y-you wanted to protect b-but... killing is wrong, you shouldn't have k-killed them." Rob listened to your words, nodding slightly "Robbb sorryyy..." You smiled a little, you were still a bit scared but maybe he just needed to learn, you leaned over and gently hugged him, "It's okay..." You jumped suddenly when you heard a car screeching to a halt, you looked over and saw Marvin, Schneeplestein, and Chase. "There they are!" Marvin pointed and the three made they're way over, they all gasped when they saw the blood and the body, Marvin looked towards you and Rob, his voice becoming shaky and quiet "(Y/N)... Just slowly step a-away... I don't want you getting hurt..." Schneeple nodded "Yes (Y/N) zis being iz very dangerous" He stated, meanwhile Chase stayed silent. You shook your head "Guys, guys, let me explain, see... That person wouldn't let me go and w-well Rob was only trying to d-defend me... But he doesn't wanna hurt me!" You tried to defend, meanwhile Rob just stared down at the ground. Marvin bit his lip and looked towards Schneeplestein who just shrugged, he then turned back towards you "He... tried to defend you...? But, er, why?" They all looked towards Rob, with skeptical expressions, you turned towards him and smiled "Go ahead... Tell them what happened Robbie" Rob looked down at you, smiling widely when you called him that, he then turned his head back towards the others and slowly nodded "Robbieee defenndd frrieendd... frrom baadd perrsonn..." He hugged you and slightly nuzzled you, this made you blush but smile brightly and hug him back. The others blinked in surprise, then turned away and huddled in a group circle, Marvin whispered to the others "Guys, it appears Rob's taken a liking to (Y/N)" Schneeple was the next to speak "Should ve do somezing? Do you zink Robbie vwill hurt zhem?" Chase shook his head "Nah bro, he won't harm 'em, i mean just look at how close they are" He pointed towards you and Rob who were still hugging each other, this made Schneeplestein nod "Chase does have a gud point, he seems to be very stable around zhem und he hazn't tried to kill zis vone yet ... at least, I do not sink he haz..." Marvin sighed but also nodded "...Alright but if he does try to hurt them then we'll have no choice..." He sighed, then turned back around to face you and Rob "Alright (Y/N), you can stick around with Rob but remember, you have to keep him out of trouble and if he hurts you in any way... Well..." They all looked down, not saying a word, hoping you'd understand. You nodded "Alright, alright, I guarantee you all, he won't hurt me and I can keep him outta trouble" You smiled confidently and waved them off as they walked back to the car, you then turned back to Rob "C'mon big guy, let's get you home" (Let's do the timeskip, thisss iss the tiimeeskipp noowww!~) Rob looked around the house, he shuffled around, getting a feel for his surroundings, you giggled when you found him with a shoebox on his head "Robbie, get that off your head" Rob turned his head towards you, he tried to take the box off and his head wound up falling off along with it, he looked up at you and then down at the floor "Uhh.... heelpp Robbiee?" His body was stumbling around, trying to find his head. You rolled your eyes, not really minding the fact his head fell off, however the stench coming from him... Yeeaah, your definitely gonna need some time to get used to that, you walked over and gently picked his head up, placing it back on his body. Rob smiled "Thaankss..." He paused, a frown on his face for a moment as he looked down, you tilted your head "Robbie, what's wrong?" He slowly looked up towards you "...F....Frieenddss.... forrrevverr?" He questioned "Laasstt frriendd Robbiee haad... theeyy..." He paused, his frown deepening. "...Theeyy nottt likkee mee" He finally finished. You sighed and pulled him into a hug "Friends forever Robbie, they... might have just been scared because they didn't give you a chance... but I will give you a chance, I love ya big guy" Rob blinked before slowly smiling and hugging back tightly "Robbiee lovvee youu too... (Y/N)..." This was definitely gonna be an interesting friendship. (( Aha, I imagine Rob kinda talks slow since well he's a zombie, and welp I wanted to write a story with zombabbo so here it is, a Rob x Reader, no NSFW tho only cutesy friendships. You fuck with Rob’s friends then Rob’s gonna fuck with you))

DIFFERENT STORY UNDERNEATH (The reason I'm doing this in one post is cause, ya know, tagging peeps, dun wanna do that TOO much)

"Hey (Y/N)! Come here for a second! Marvin and Schneeps wants to show ya something!" Your head perked up upon hearing Chase speak, you sighed and got up, walking to where he was "What is it?" You asked, seeming very curious. Marvin was the first to speak "Okay so, (Y/N)! Schneeps and I have a little... erm, 'experiment' that we need you to take part in" He beamed excitedly, this made your curiosity peak. "Experiment...?" Schneeplestein nodded "Yes, zis experiment of ours we haz veen planning fo' a very long time, vwe just need you to cooperate." You blinked "What kinda experiment exactly? If your gonna poke me with needles then--" Marvin cut you off "No no! No poking with needles, I promise, its sort of a surprise experiment! Think of it that way, so will you be willing? Pleeasseee!" He had such a bright smile and those puppy eyes, how could you say no? You rolled your eyes but nodded "Alright, alright I'll do it" This made both Marvin and Chase cheer happily, meanwhile Schneeple had a pleasant look on his face. "Okay, step right zis vway (Y/N), just zhrough zis door" He pointed to a large metal door, you looked at it skeptically for a moment before approaching it, before you got to head on in Schneeple spoke up "Do us a zmall favor, close your eyes please" You sighed but did as told and slowly closed your eyes as you entered the room, you could hear Schneeple's voice telling you to stop however it sounded as if he were speaking into a megaphone. Marvin was the next to speak "Okay! Open your eyes!" He exclaimed, you slowly opened your eyes to be met with.... Oh... Oh no. You froze in complete terror as you stared at what was in front of you, black and white eyes staring at you, a dull expression on it's face, its body reeking of death and decay as the creature groaned loudly and raised its arm up "H-Hiiii..." You screamed in terror which made the creature grunt in surprise, you ran to the door and began pounding on it "NO NO NO NO! LET ME OUT! Y-YOU GUYS KNOW I-I'M SCARED OF Z-ZOMBIES!" You whimpered, looking back to see him just standing there with a confused look. Schneeplestein sighed "(Y/N) zis iz ze problem, you need to get over your fear of zombie, az you can tell, he iz anozer ego along vwith ze rest of us" Marvin then spoke up "Yep! So, er, we wanted to help you with your fear!" Chase then spoke "Yeah dude, c'mon he's not that bad I promise! In fact he kinda wanted to help too, he wanted to meet you! So give him a chance bro!" You sighed, mumbling some curses but you quickly spun around to be face-to-face with the zombie, this made you squeal and turn your head, your breathing got heavier "Pleasedon'tkillmepleasedon'tkillmepleasedon'tkillme--" You whimpered out, eyes widening when he outstretched his arm. He blinked slowly, his groans soft and quieter as he stared intently at you "Myy nammee isss Robbb... Yoourrss?" He tried to sound friendly, he even smiled a little. You continued to breathe heavily, staring at his outstretched arm, you shakily tried to reach out but pulled away just whimpering loudly "(Y-Y-Y/N)..." You stuttered out, wishing he'd back up just a little or a lot... Rob continued to stare at you with that same dull expression, not even blinking now, he sat down on the floor finally, patting a spot in front of him "Siittt?" He tilted his head, waiting for your response. You bit your lip, shakily walking over and sitting down a bit away from him, you were going to kill the others for locking you in a room with your worst fear, you jumped when you heard Schneeple's voice "Try making contact vwith him, like touching or letting him touch you" Your mouth went agape "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!" Rob flinched back when you yelled, he was frowning a little now, this made Marvin speak up "No (Y/N) Don't yell...! Rob doesn't like it..." You sighed "And I don't like being trapped in a room with a zombie either but here I am..." You looked over towards Rob, noticing his hurt expression as he looked down and fiddled with his fingers. You blinked a little, you honestly didn't think saying anything like that would hurt him, you bit your lip. ". . ." Sighing, you reached out your hand, noticing at how bad it was shaking, this made Rob slowly look up, he blinked and groaned, reaching his own hand out and intertwining it with yours. Your breathing hitched, you stared directly at the hand that was locked with yours, cringing at its feeling "AH AH AH!" You whimpered when he grabbed your arm, your breathing got heavier and your chest tightened. You heard Schneeplestein's voice call out "(Y/N) breaze in und breaze out, he iz just curious about you, he vwon't hurt you." You took a deep breath then let it out, still shaking badly however, you noticed he was holding your arm in a very gentle manner, this calmed you down some. Your breathing steadied as you stared at the zombie, watching him examine your arm, he then let go finally and smiled a little "F...Fffriiendd?" You blinked, looking down for a moment "...Er... I.....I t-think s-so..." This made Rob smile widely as he leaned over, this made you yelp when you felt his arms wrap around you. You squeezed your eyes shut, biting your lip and anticipating the worst but, nothing really happened, just the feeling of someone... hugging you? You opened your eyes, blinking when you saw Rob hugging you, this.... shocked you actually, you expected him to just sink his teeth into your flesh, eat your brain, or something a zombie would do. "Psst, hug him back brooo" You heard Chase try and whisper, you then heard Schneeple and Chase arguing over who gets the megaphone, you rolled your eyes at they're silly behavior, snorting when Marvin tried to get in on it, you then hesitantly reached your arms around, still shaking you managed to hug him after taking a deep breath. He smiled and rubbed your back as if trying to calm you down, after a moment he pulled back and looked at you ". . . Wannaaa see whaat Robb caan doo?" You slowly nodded, wondering what he was talking about, your eyes then widened when he pulled his head clean off his body "Ta-daa." He smiled, holding his head in his hands, then noticing your sick expression. "Errr..." He mumbled, slowly putting his head back onto his body "It'sss a quirrk, evverryyonne haass ittt, doess frriendd havve quirrk?" He tilted his head, staring intensely at you as if waiting for you to do something, you shifted uncomfortably and twiddled your fingers "U-Uh... I don't t-think I have a quirk..." You looked down, this made Rob blinked slowly "Thaass okaay... Yourr sttiill a gooddd frrieendd" He gave you a thumbs up which made you smile a little "Thanks Rob... Your... not... that bad" He smiled widely seeming really happy "Doess thiss meeann (Y/N) trrussttss mee?" He tilted his head, continuing to stare. You thought for a moment, before you heard the other's whispering "Psst, Rob, do the thing we told you" You squinted, wondering what they meant before you turned back to Rob, noticing him standing up and towering above you, you flinched back for a moment, beginning to worry again "R-Robbie... What are you..." Rob stared down at you, seeming shocked that you called him Robbie for a moment, but he had to focus right now, he held out his hand slowly "(Y/N)... I carree abboutt yoouuu... I... err... likee.. er, loovee youu anndd wanna beee withh youu... Will yoouu... Trusstt mee?" He stared down at you, waiting for your answer as he still held his hand out. Your face turned slightly red, looking back at him then at his outstretched hand, you thought for a moment, he hadn't tried to hurt you in any way so far, he talked to you, even hugged you! You smiled and took his hand, he tried to pull you up but his arm fell off, he looked away with embarrassment, you giggled a little and pulled yourself up, helping him put the arm back in its socket. "You know Robbie... I, er, well... like you too... Your, actually a really nice zombie... I'm sorry I was so scared of you." Rob shook his head, a small smile adorning his features "It'ss okaayy, I undderrstannd whyy youu werree scaarredd, buutt yoouu... trrustt Robbiee noow rrightt?" You nodded and smiled at him "Yeah, I trust you, and I... like, well, love you honestly..." You leaned forwards, not minding the smell all that much ...okay, it bothered you a whole lot but you tried to ignore it as you kissed his cheek, this made the zombie blush and hug you, the smile adorning his features got wider "I... I... loovee...yoouu... (Y/N)..." You hugged back, patting him on the back gently "Love you too Robbie..." You could hear the others cheering through the megaphone, the loud noise startled both you and Rob, you rolled your eyes at them. You and Rob then looked over to the door that opened up finally, you saw Chase dab into the room, followed by a facepalming Schneeple and Marvin, you assumed the facepalming was because of the dabbing, this made you giggle a bit as you walked over along with Rob who got tackle-hugged by Chase, you heard him say something about Rob doing a good job but you barely payed attention, it was time to give Schneeplestein and Marvin a piece of your mind ... Eh, maybe another day, besides it did help your fear of zombies, you even like him a lot now, you'll get them back some day. Schneeplestein approached you "You did a very gud job today, erm, your not mad zat vwe locked you in zis room vwith him are you?" You looked at him and rolled your eyes "Okay I was but, i'm not now, you did help me after all... So, thanks" Schneeplestein barely had time to say anything else before Marvin approached "Yay! You did so good! You've conquered your fears and your even friends with him!" He cheered happily, this made you smile and blush a little "Well, maybe a bit more than... friends..." Marvin smiled brightly at those words, before he could squeal or anything of the sort Schneeple dragged him out of the room, hedontwanthimtosquealTHATloudlyintheroom,Robhatestheyells you turned back to see Chase whispering to Rob who looked to you with a pleading look on his face. You giggled and rolled your eyes, walking over and pulling Chase and Rob out of the room, Rob looked over to you and mouthed a thank you, his face was noticeably red, you figured it was Chase poking some fun at him. You quickly pulled Rob off towards a bedroom in the back to get away from Chase and the others, after locking the door you and him sat down on the bed and began to converse, after getting to know each other a bit more, you placed a kiss on his cheek again, making him blush and groan a bit due to being flustered, you giggled a small bit, holding his hand without shaking or panicking "Robbie..." You started, his head turned towards you, his full attention being turned to you now "I love you..." You smiled and blushed, he did the same "Robbbieee loovvess youu too (Y/N)" You both leaned in for a kiss, you were actually going to kiss a zombie, without being scared too, your lips touched together as you held each other close, eventually pulling back and simply smiling at each other, the smell and well, all this might take awhile to get used to but, you won't complain, you can get through it, for him...

(( Bonus: Schneeple, Chase, and Marvin were listening in, upon hearing you both say those words Chase quietly high-fived Schneeple who fixed his glasses while smirking, meanwhile Marvin was trying not to squeal and fanboy.. ))

(( Mcbitches it is rude to spy on people also maybe Y/N secretly had a clothespin on they’re nose, or maybe they’re like: ‘Ah the sweet smell of decaying flesh, gotta love it’ but anyways here’s too different stories, sorry its so long btw! My bad but some Robbo x Readers needed to be done. ))

Iwastiredandstressedwhilewritingthesesothey’reprobablyREALLYshittyhuh?

@paperbaghero and @robthezombie-support-squad I believe you guys er, wanted to see these? Welp if you’ll excuse me Imma go crawl into a hole because of nervousness